Son, Sun

Dear friends, Since my baby (Luca Marin — light of the sea) was born I have been tossed ashore of any schedule. Drunk with love, time slips away. Lost in another part of the forest, my only calendar of days is how many have passed (17). I have a few topics in waiting: some thoughts on where to live, the nature of friendship, and of course I have many tales to tell you, perhaps even true ones. Meanwhile, do tell me (by comment or email) if there’s something you’d like me to write about, and I’ll try to think of something to say for you.

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