And on nights alone, with the ambiance of dynmk music in the background of my meer existence, I sip my coffee or tea and I think; How beautiful it would be to research more into the Hemingway family history. To one day see the home in Florida of which he would sleep, to eat in Paris with an imagination of his good company, to write at 5 am about something I feel so deeply and to read every word he wrote as though his lifesource flows within me. That is what I want to do when I'm not plain and simply living. And then I want to write of the memories that pieced together in recreating a soul so free; then one day I will see, everything I was searching for lived within me.
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