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…and the warm water of the Labrador Sea. You couldn’t sleep much because you were eager to tell me. Infinite Laughs, Infinite Love.

South Europe. It’s bedtime now. We’ll “talk” at your 10-11 am. Infinite Love.

Try to forget it, one day we will run to the sea. Infinite Love.

The most magical time at the bazaar is during siesta. The crowd vanishes, time seems to freeze, lazy cats fluidly slink off the roofs, and the way to the sea is open. Do you want to rush to the sea or buy a magical carpet? Infinite Love.

Are you really there? Why aren’t you sleeping? Infinite love.

It’s bedtime for you now. If you can’t sleep, listen to the lullaby I sent you, the one meant for the boy with aquamarine eyes, the most beautiful boy of all. Infinitely missing you.

How can you feel so near when you’re so far away? Wouldn’t it be simpler to switch to text messages? Just a morning fantasy…You can reply with strings of dots if you can’t find the words. You would reinvent the Morse code. Infinite Smile, Infinite Love.

Are you punishing me now with ‘Upside down’? I was with you at the R1/R2 doorway. Infinite Love.

I have a meeting with them. We’ll ‘talk’ at 10-11 pm your time. I love you.