Charles liked the desert of the capital and the flowing wines so forgotten the year of......quite without precedence.
His weekend in Florida fell through but one might say he didn't much care, he was in the Middle East and the, renditions of a --------------------new sun about seemed to promise like the dreams he sometimes had.
Today a Tuesday's sunlight so bright he forgot about his New York ways and seemed to gravitate toward something unknown.
The client liked his concept and all was well.
He swam as he did at home at 5am, meditating and memory of the day he left, seemingly almost months instead of days......
His friend Saul indicated that he was to meet an especially interesting Native American.
Since Saul always knew the most interesting artists of all kinds, Charles assumed as he drifted through the water, strokes that the artist was not unknown.
Breakfast at the hotel café, now he thought as he tired and felt the morning, his muscles in fitness, a physiological, miracle.
It was only a few years ago that he was laid up, after a car crash.
He had amnesia for weeks after and even his colleagues commented on the changes,
in his personality.
He felt splintered yet whole in some uncanny way.
After waking up he felt famished and was looking around for friends that didn't exist in the environment of his life yet he knew that they were somehow there in the un-there of his memory though it took a lot of concentration to even get a few bits of the places he knew were in his mind and the connections to these seeming very close friends.
His imagination seemed too dominate his way of life for awhile, and he liked that;
He knew that his life had a depth seeming prehistoric and beyond, as though his menu of life had more options.
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