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May 2024: pedaling through paradise — GT20, Corsica
Riding through mountains, the sun on our skin,
Wheels spun like time, where did it begin?
The fig trees whispered, the sea sang along,
The breeze held our laughter, light and strong.
Golden hour kissed the waves at our feet,
Cool water, warm hands—memories sweet.
Honeyed soap, a touch, the scent in the air,
Immortelle lingered—soft, everywhere.
Patience and laughter, a toast in the night,
Wine deep as sunsets, hearts just as light.
Strangers turned friends, the stories we spun,
Twenty-six years, a new chapter begun.
Riding through mountains, the sun on our skin,
Wheels spun like time, where did it begin?
The fig trees whispered, the sea sang along,
The breeze held our laughter, light and strong.
Golden hour kissed the waves at our feet,
Cool water, warm hands—memories sweet.
Honeyed soap, a touch, the scent in the air,
Immortelle lingered—soft, everywhere.
Patience and laughter, a toast in the night,
Wine deep as sunsets, hearts just as light.
Strangers turned friends, the stories we spun,
Twenty-six years, a new chapter begun.
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