I like wild things. I wish Edith Piaf was singing down on the corner. Let's go to town.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
A packed lunch.
If Paris is a moveable feast then Cairns is a packed lunch on the esplanade, albeit with mangos. Tamarinds shall fall at our feet and there will be kite flying.
I live in the Tropics, dreaming occasionally of the great cold cities of Europe. I like that my lemongrass and basil are profuse. I like books and sun jars and green rivers. I've walked on hot coals and dived the Great Barrier Reef, lived in a commune, slummed it in Paris, sung for love and money, breathed L.A. smog, set my fancy free and lost myself to love. I've stood on the edge of Gibraltar with my feet in two oceans. I've given birth. I've fallen down, ridden roughshod, slipped and skidded and fallen down again. Aint life grand? Reading is still my favourite pastime. People who have too much plastic surgery make me laugh. A lot. Luke Davies' "Totem" really reminds me of a love affair I once had. Listmaking is a certain type of happiness.
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