baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thirty Four So, yesterday was my birthday. And it was a fine one. A beautiful brunette sang to me in Italian while guiding me down a canal in a make-believe 2nd-floor Venice. I indulged in Tiramisu while basking in a perpetual sunset. I mooned the swimming pool from my hotel room. I thanked the Cosmos that I've had 34 years to enjoy existence. 9:19 p.m. - 2002-04-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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