... just like this one.
Me, a six-foot girl with blonde hair, and Athanasios Kalinikos lie in a newly shorn wheat-field, bathing drunkenly in the light of a full moon.
I lusted after the long-legged girl, but I was in love with Athanasios.
I followed the girl into the Netherlands, but I let Arthur go back to his Greek island alone, where his uncle would smash the mud nests of the Swallows when they arrived from Africa every year.
Years later, I actually met the real Suzanne. That was when I lost all respect for Leonard Cohen - until he lost all his money, and then his voice.
Now I like him again.
How life was. - This house, above, was the last true peasant farm in my immediate area. A few years back it was bought by a Dutch family, who are slowly restoring it as ...
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