Such an Ally Mcbeal moment, last night was. Walking along the deserted road of Rufino, with one cold hand tucked in my coat pocket and the other hand holding up the umbrella that shielded me from the gentle drops of rain; with Norah Jones singing in the background (from my ipod at least), the thought crossed my mind. It was such an Ally Mcbeal moment. Only there is nothing to be tormented about. There is no reason to be bitter or dejected. My God is too good.
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