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it's only 11 here, but i'm full of the french version of carlo rossi. out the window is the moon trail on the water and wonder how i would live without it. the pacific is truly majestic. soon i will wake up to do yoga and then an early swim with my girls. i love them as much as i love it here. if i want to be a famous artist when i'm dead does that mean i have to be bi-polar? we got a halloween bat that flies in circles (it makes me happy). if i drowned in the ocean, i'd still think it was beautiful. and i miss you, just a smidgen.