C^ari wrote on Mar 2nd 2001, 06:09:26 about
vacation
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When I dream of the perfect vacation now, I imagine myself travelling to an impossible Cuba.
I can feel the rhythms and the response and the beat in my soul in my blood in my breath. The heat of the sun, the swaying of my hips, the scents of mingled fruit and sweat in the streets.
And in the dark, I hear the waves coming to the beach, again and again and again.
Until finally I rest.