Dancing in Bluefields was very nice. I love to dance and now there is reggae inside my heart. Starting when the RASTA boy in the restaurant handed over his dear necklace and heart to me and said RASTA I felt the real reason to feel a pasta. There is a pot leaf tattoo and in my heart I am pasta.
RASTA. not pasta. But it is all one we are all one.
THANKS MARIA CONDOLENCES FOR YOUR GENTLE KIND NATURE I LOVE YOU YOU FEISTY GODDESS OF SHARING AND TEACHING THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA MUAH KISS YOU ALL LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
it's not weird to be back because life is constant change. But Nicaragua has better food, weather, and flora.
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