22-07-24 — So, how have you changed during this past year? Are you no more the child at heart bestowed with caprine gaze and art, ready to reach the furthermost rock, in order to sow the promise of tomorrow, my promise of love? Not only did I see goat mothers in Katalimata, they were the ones above all the cliffs, on top of all archaeologists' efforts. My heart has not changed, is only distilled, purifed.
30-07-23 — Nothing better in life than a blue eyed man of Cretan phenotype giving you graviera. Thinking of him whilst having it in Minoan bodice staring at the dark wine sea in the distance. This bitch gotta find the way to fund her days in the mountains climb rock after rock, like a goat.
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29-07-23 — She climbs for an hour struggling against spiny bushes. "How is this not Yuktas?"
Girl, remember to keep your silphium batch at hand. Otherwise ... just trust chance. Just like I do, the purity of it all.
*Giving a tutorial on how to apply sunscreen.
*Goatsplaining
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