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… we were even a bit late for our apointments with michael, something almost unthinkable. still with the smell and feeling of the san lorenzo river on my skin (i must admit, giulia and marÃa had to insist to get me in the cold mountain river) i ran into michael (on the street, phoning to leta, to find out what happened) and all i could say was: “we were in the garden of eden”. he smiled, “yes, i’ve spent many summer days in the garden of eden, a good place to be”. funny how there was sun and blue sky in the garden of eden, and how the fog hit us when we got back to santa cruz by the ocean… |