Petaluma Was Divine

Schmilly and I did the following:

Napped beneath long red curtains

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ate incredible whole foods, farm fresh

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strolled the Boulevard

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antiqued (oh wait oh wait till I show you what I found! A COUP!!!!)

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Gazed lovingly into the eyes of the other across tables

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discovered that polenta can heal the world

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drank dark chocolate mochas

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slept in

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took nary a photo to document these lovely things

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because

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we were too immersed in the living of them to step away

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for even one second

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so

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imagine:

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blue skies

golden hills

fog blanketing the evening and burning off at mid-morning

brick buildings

ephemera

Petaluma Pete

poached eggs with orange yolks over wood-fired toast

claw-footed tubs in maroon with the words "Le Bain" written in chalk

shuttered windows

local butter

slanting sun

bare shoulders

and

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love.

xoxox,

Allison