I woke up this morning standing by a recycling facility somewhere in rural France, feeding quail egg boxes into the cardboard bin and squinting in the strong sunlight. As I drove away in the car, I started singing this.
Letting the days go by
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I’ve decamped to the Dordogne for some respite care, and to get away from credit crunchiness. Since Johnny in particular is jaded by all this talk of technology, I’ll give you some pure, unadulterated nature for a change. I don’t know what colour those leaves are, but I love it. Tonight’s dessert. I could look at the view [...] |
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