It is hot already. Sweating, trying to play reels that are a bit fast for the temperature(I learned them all in the dead of winter really, so it always feels funny to sweat beneath violin and bow). In the bathroom I could hear the breeze in the palm fronds which still reminded me of one hundred other indistinct and lazy summer days passed. It is
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Wanna ride along in a big van with a bike rack on the back, from one national park to another, for several weeks?
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