About Last Night
Our green Schwarzwald brims with fireflies...I'm sipping a St. Pauli Girl "special dark" while reading the elegiac prose of Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath: "How will we know it's us without our past?"
...Tiki torches of citronella abut the back patio but provide more in the way of ambience than mosquito-protection. The quiet is restful, with only the sounds of nature in the background. It's like we're out camping without the hassle of a dragging the pop-up camper all over creation. Simplicity itself - our own backyard.
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