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[vaznetti]

I lack the words to describe how beautiful it is here. We're at the very edge the beach--when the tide it is, the waves are nearly at the foot of the sala (veranda). And we live a wholly colonial existence: there's even a drive up to the house with lawn on either side, watered with brackish water from the well. It's really quite shameful, and I'm enjoying it immensely.

To give you a sense of how happy I am here, I will only say that I simply don't care about all the television I'm missing. Even 24. Even Alias.

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[rez-lo.livejournal.com]

Sark doesn't care either. See him out there on that pretty yawl off the beach, lazing around barefoot on the deck? He'd wave but he knows you too well for that. We miss you terribly, though.

It sounds lovely. May it go on and on.

[vaznetti]

Well, you know, I wouldn't dream of embarrassing Mr. Sark by waving at him.

Meanwhile, life here is exactly like a Trollope novel (I read Can You Forgive her and Phineas Finn in a huge rush and am kicking myself for not bringing the rest) and I miss you all, too.