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fogged in Oppéde le Vieux

The time is 7:30 am, my alarm goes off and I’m not pleased, back to sleep and then reawaken at 8:00 am to another alarm even more pissed than the first time. I rush to get ready before breakfast, consume a healthy dose of caffeine and fruit and then I'm shoved in the back of a van on our way to another small hill town. This time though rather than rain or the crazy bright sun there is nothing but fog, we are in the clouds. Maybe this is a metaphor for my creative state of mind at the moment that feels fogged and unable to focus. Glad I got up and got a little car sick because the view was beautiful and very worth it.

Even though the sun has come out now I’m still having a hard time seeing through the clouds.


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