It was late. It was cold. We were cold and we were too tired to be horny. We were on the threshold of returning to our hotel and we waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited.
Our home away from home, or so it seemed…
These are the memories that last a lifetime but we almost never think to photograph them.
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Is that you in the picture, Bumble? Or are you taking the picture?
I was the photographer. I’m much younger than that guy… 🙂
I thought so:)
Dove sei?
Roma
Mai visto 😦
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umm… my memory frequently insults my intelligence… sigh
Upon which time you intelligently insult your memory?
when I am smart enough to remember to… HA!
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