Sienna, Italy
We are forever linked to our words. What we say and how we say them. How they are transported and narrated is crucial to our daily existence, eagerly important to our selves as beings. It is the grid that makes us us, the definition of our self selfie, the bicycle that drives self.
Missing Italy. Can’t wait to go back!
The day dawned cold but the birds awaken in the morning are already out and about, colorfully filling the corners of the morning with their grace and pirouettes
listening to the footsteps of the early risers
trekking through the streets of the city on their way to daily affairs of the jour.
Somewhere in Stockholm, Sweden:
Zoom, Zoom, Zoom… Num, num, num…
Are you ok?
Yes, I am.
And you? I am breathing.
Just hang on.
I am, tight.
You do the same. Just don’t drop me.
I won’t. I have you.
Thank you.
No, thank you for not falling on me.
No worries, I have your back!
ludlum drive 
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