Friday, March 13, 2009

Samui

It is raining...

My fingers are icy cold and white. I know my lips are pale because I can see my reflection on the tiled wall.

Freezing cold...

I can't feel the keys while I typed this post.

Shivering...

The world will witness! The cold, cold man!

...

I yearn for a hot water bath...
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