There was no passion, only 30ºC nights.

May 19th, 2014, 6am

30ºC nights and a fan that barely works. Why is the bed made up with a thick wooly blanket? I push most of it to the edge but not quiet off — out of some strange sense of decorum.

I wonder what you would say had you been here with me. There was no passion, only long and humid nights.

Christine, Aaron, Shu and Craig said thanks.

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Charlie Grosso

Photographer - Writer. Adventure Traveller. Brand Consultant. Art Gallery Director. Possible Spy. Always on the road, living under an alias. Seeking co-conspirators.

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