- All I want to do is travel all over the world and be quadralingual and write books and poems in the corners of tiny cafes filled with old furniture and gingham table cloths or in far flung remote mountains and amazing terrains, and have a base in yellowstone where i can spend winters holed up in a log cabin in 3 feet of snow with a roaring log fire and and a quill and a leather bound notebook and wear chunky knits, and spend summers in the fields of south france dancing in the sunflowers in floral forties dresses with victory rolls and red lipstick and fabric lined baskets and ride an old turqoise bike or travelling America in a vintage mustang wearing levis and shirts and Stetsons and silver and turqoise navajo jewellry and beaded belts and head bands and read fantastic literature and poetry and visit places filled with amazing architecture, and go surfing and horse back riding and hiking in the moutains with amazing views and listen to live music by old country artists with weathered faces whilst sitting on a bale of hay somewhere round a campfire outside Nashville and listen to Elvis and Bruce and Bob and Fleetwood on LPs in an old smoke-filled ballroom with a man in drainpipe Levi's with turn ups and a white tee and a leather jacket or a tweed suit and a bowtie and quiffed hair and cheekbones and a voice like melting velvet.
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