15/10/2024
The Odysseus helming our route tillared no wine-dark sea. He steered a dust-laden red Audi through silver-green olive groves. Upwind breezes conjured fantasies of sails plying seas of dread toward isles of thyme. Two little boys hurled honey-colored stones to herd a gaggle of goats. Leaf shadows trembled the ground. The morning painted roadside grasses in pastel hues almost erotic in their contours....
The Odysseus helming our route tillared no wine-dark sea. He steered a dust-laden red Audi through silver-green olive groves. Upwind breezes conjured fantasies of sails plying seas of dread toward …