
We like the room.
And so we frolicked in the ocean and lay about the pool and had food and drinks on the terrace. And now, I write at a desk overlooking the ocean as the sun rises.
I enjoy watching the woman's son here, already a little Kennedy, learning quickly as children do. He has no trouble using the valet. Children are always ready to rule without hesitation. They are born to it, natural aristocrats.
So for now there are only snapshots and lazy vacation writings. I will try to hold onto some of these carefree days. There are still mountains and beaches and picnics and girls in their summer dresses. There are European vacations. Something. Anything. We'll play in the sprinklers if nothing else.
Reading your posts has been making me ill. But I thought of this song today:
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hope you enjoy the rest of your stay.
Well, isn't that the point?
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