Jacaranda Mauve Alleys… of Sicily and Damascus

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This very photo I took when we were in the car, in Sicily, on the way to Giardini Naxos.

It was June 2015.

Time flies, my dearest, time flies.

… and I have had no idea, these are from Damascus.

The following two photos are from the Tishreen Garden, Damascus, according to Facebook Media Source.

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Mentally, I didn’t know.

Physically, I haven’t been here, in Sicily, before.

Soulfully, I had told the Gentleman by the Strait: "let us go to Sicily".

Just like that: out of the rose dew.

I mean… this topsy-turvy-minded gentleman knew better.

He had known better.

Despite my brain and the system I was in, despite all of life’s joint circumstances, despite everything and logic itself, he had wanted me to see Sicily. A birthday present to me and for me.

It was so great a vacation!

I must thank him for this…

More than 5 years have passed, and the beauty of the moment lingers.

A man of vision himself.

Can I blow a gentle kiss in the air to that brilliant brain of yours?

Or was it, your heart!

The feeling-memory endures.

Thank you so very much.

I have never gotten to thank you, properly, except for that last what's up petaly message.

Nevertheless!

The roses of liaison are, right over here, with me, in the here and now.

I have counted them, and they are more than 11.

Now you tell me, my dearest, am I blessed or not?

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... as for my nails, they are still broken, and yet, I am happy:

A good medicine has found me by now, and, I am sticking to the

treatment.

Oh... but Damascus, when I have got you, I have got Love!

And I trust — Love shall heal it all.

My nails included!

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