Invitation to the Voyage

My child, my sister, dream, How sweet all things would seem, Were we in that kind land to live together, And there love slow and long, There love and die among, Those scenes that image you, That sumptuous weather, Drowned suns that glimmer there, through cloud-dishevelled air, Move me with such a mystery as appears, Within those other skies, Of your treacherous eyes, When I behold them shining through their tears...baudelaire

Sep 16, 2006

Hanauma Bay

C'est moi!
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Streetwise, educated, dry sense of humor, jetsetter and gone for several weeks at a time aka secret agent (but don't tell anyone.)Went to art school and studied "painting" but can't "paint." Story-telling is a hobby and love to write but not real motivated to tell stories or write. Consider myself conversant on a fairly broad spectrum of global affairs...but I don't really give a shit about them...and...known to be a motivating force and get people to do things they normally would not but rarely do. And, at dinner parties, for example, I'm witty, fun(ny)with a gypsy-ish nature yet rarely go to dinner parties.
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