Ok. It's official. I've now crashed. I cannot look at another shop window, rococo whirligig, frescoe, iconic triptych. Done. Memory card full. Puking will commence shortly.
Can't wait to be home, to see all of you and to sit with plainess (not that you're plain..lesson25-people are the Colour). I need a meeting, and I rarely say that. I wish I knew how to meditate. I wish I had a wind blowing through my head, and that I had the least bit of bendy body pretzel abilities so that i could just wring myself out. Blech. Home with dirty laundry in 48hrs! Can't wait.
Xxxx
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