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M – Part seventeen…

  Collapsed on my sectional sofa, with just a very soft music for an ambiance, we toast to the beginning of my well-earned vacation. We get the yapping started, and talk about all and nothing, smoking like two chimneys. The lights are dimmed, the wine is good and the music is soothing. We chat about…… Continue reading M – Part seventeen…

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M – Part Sixteen

  Back at my desk, I can let myself be tempted by a quick surf on Gabriel’s Facebook page. Here, it is nice because the office uses high speed internet, unlike the what-ever-barely-connecting-me-to-the-web-line I have at home. I go from one album to the next, keeping just enough attention to the oustide world to close…… Continue reading M – Part Sixteen

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M – Part Fifteen

  It isn’t quite 9 o’clock yet when I wake up, fresh as a rose. I can’t believe it, I outran my alarm clock! I’ll be damned! I think the last time I woke up before that devil’s invention did its job, was on Christmas back when I was a kid. I knew Santa had…… Continue reading M – Part Fifteen

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M – Part Fourteen

  I stretch a little, and lay back on the bed. I know it right away when sleep isn’t on its way… My body is exhausted, but I know I won’t get off easily. Not for a while, that’s for sure. So I think about my day, and review the chores and shopping I have…… Continue reading M – Part Fourteen

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Who would I be?

It is not the first time I ask myself just that. Yes, I do have existential doubts like everybody else, but this is not it. I just watched (again) the 1966 movie inspired by the 1953 novel from Ray Bradbury;   To make a long story short (many of you might have read/seen it but…… Continue reading Who would I be?

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M – Part Thirteen

  Back home (my real home), I barely have time to lay my hand on the doorknob before hearing a tornado making its way towards the apartment’s entry. It is Fiou, of course. The furry ball has been named after the reaction he causes when people see him the first time… He is disorienting, despite…… Continue reading M – Part Thirteen