If I think that exactly a week ago at this same time, I was lying on one of the beaches ... I feel like crying.
Blessed.
the Sun With a cold beer in hand (until it became the rum!).
And the Sun and the white beach seemed to come from myself inside my head so I did not think of anything.
In my head there was only room for the blue sky, blue sapphire sea, the dazzling white of the beach.
as I was immersed in a sort of wadding, as in a "state of grace" ...
... no thought ...
... no problem ...
... happy!
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