Apr 3, 2011

Ahhh...

The pleasure of falling asleep outside is not so nice as the pleasure of waking up outside. The air is chilly and smells like early morning in a forest near a lake. And I wake up under a mango tree. There are not many finer things to wake up under.

Except maybe a mango tree whose mangoes were ripe. Then I could have woken up and eaten a mango.

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