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| On a day off from bicycle touring Sardina, I spent the day in resplendent languorous lassitude. At sunset, we descended to the beach and marvelled as Sol put on another golden display, silhouetting the sentinel-like watchtower. To end our enchanted day, the glowing orb plummeted into the sea as if to wash itself. I had to chuckle. With thoughts like that, maybe I too had gone too long without a shower? |
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