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February 1, 2026
Elena ♉️🚺 went for a hike.
January 31, 2026
“Come questa pietra del S. Michele così fredda così dura così prosciugata così refrattaria così totalmente disanimata Come questa pietra è il mio pianto che non si vede La morte si sconta vivendo”
02:53
6.05km
2.1km/h
70m
70m
January 31, 2026
Ungaretti feat Evans
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January 24, 2026
What can I say?
For at least thirty years, I've been giving "the shadow line" the chance to tug at my heartstrings.
My expectations, given the flattering names thrown around time after time, are consistently dashed by the same old story: minor works, attendance at capacity, no photo or video opportunities
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Elena ♉️🚺 went cycling.
January 11, 2026
“Un tempo sopportai mali peggiori”
03:47
93.7km
24.7km/h
600m
610m
January 11, 2026
Today, it's truly futile and pointless to seek solace in self-persuasion:
- You've done worse.
- There are people suffering more than you right now, and not for fun.
- You gave birth, stop complaining.
- One day you'll regret all this and be a worse old lady than you are now.
- Remember that your mother cooked
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Elena ♉️🚺 went cycling.
January 6, 2026
03:01
80.9km
26.8km/h
400m
400m
January 6, 2026
In today's stocking I found:
A bar, two walnuts, a couple of mandarins, quite a bit of cold, four cyclists grumpy about the aforementioned (no, that was me), curses from the north wind, and two happy queues on the way back.
Happy Epiphany, happy revelation, everyone!
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Elena ♉️🚺 went gravel riding.
January 4, 2026
😃
02:33
66.2km
25.9km/h
210m
200m
January 4, 2026
2025 took away my good Martin, leaving Pablo the undisturbed master of the bowls, but today the situation changes.
Moki, a former hunting dog turned coward, is also arriving.
Now we're off to the woods in threes, and who knows, maybe we'll even snag a truffle, so I can live off the proceeds.
For now, sleep
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January 1, 2026
Time is a blockhead, it can't count (it certainly is!).
It doesn't care about our grief, our dramas, our resentments; our good intentions, postponed year after year, are just dandruff on its shoulders, and our joys are rosary beads between our fingers.
In any case, let's try to befriend it as much as we
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