In two weeks, the long exile briefly ends. It is time to disappear off the map. You won't mind. If in a month or so I do not reappear, celebrate your good fortune. It would be happier if Penelope was there, waiting with love, to make it easier to face a world gone to dogs. But it is still my Ithaca.
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WIsh I could join ya.
Bacalhau al fresco?
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