“Don’t make me dream, dude!”

A conversation with a friend, that went like this…

I see myself living in Bali, in a beachhouse with country-modern décor, and wide-open huge walls with gauzey curtains the flutter in the breeze. I’m working on my book series, which has taken off, and I ride my bike to town in the mornings and buy fresh fruit for breakfast and drink tea with the locals. I have enough money to take as many trips back to the states as I want, and I always fly people out to stay with me. Perhaps I’ll meet an attractive national geographic photographer at the tea shop one morning. Perhaps we’ll take a walk to a hidden waterfall and scare the birds with the things we do there.

She’s got ME dreaming,


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