I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Monday, December 23, 2024
When my baby, when my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
This time it really is Rio.
De Janeiro.
My-oh-me-oh.
Though that might not be your first guess looking at this picture, taken on Copacabana Beach this afternoon—it looks a lot more like the chilly Northern California beaches of my childhood. I'm here until Friday and it's scheduled to rain every day, but at least, despite appearances, it's not cold.
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