It's Bloomsday in Hong Kong, rain heavy with memories of Vancouver and of what could have been...Time to turn towards something a bit more uplifting, like Molly Bloom and the answer to the question of life:
I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down Jo me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.Yes, next year. Yes.
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