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Rob
I spent September with Anna at the beach house. Lazy days, making love in the warm bed; on the damp grass after it had rained; on the beach behind the sand dunes when no one was looking. Swimming in the ocean. Anna writing; me watching her write. Me playing guitar; Anna watching me play. We ate most meals alfresco, on the terrace or down by the water. I don’t think I’ve ever been healthier; Anna definitely inherited her mother’s skills in the kitchen.
We went on a couple of day trips to Copenhagen to visit her friends and family. The pulsing city life was a pleasant contrast to the tranquil beach life. We strolled hand in hand down long cobblestoned streets, browsing shops and eating ice cream, and nowhere did people approach me, or photographers hound me down the street. I reali
