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Saturday, August 07, 2010
Come rain or shine
The trip, to iron out the crumpled, peeled skins kept hidden behind doors near a bed; took me down those school lanes, towards the beach. A detour - drooling, then dreaming o'er a common-man's car at a rich-man's porch, before a refreshing li'l shower during the hasty retreat...
... From the jest of a romantic who dared to challenge the flair and flares of the smiling, late-afternoon lover; best of 'em both for this pedalling fool!