A story about loris
...there was a man of irish descent who found himself living in the land of the huns, alone and foresaken. unsatisfied with his bounteous lot he yearned to own a hotel in the land of samba and the heart fo the beautiful game. where the people were the most beautiful in the world and the warm breezes caressed his soul and spoke to them as they did not do in europe.
the adventurer perchance stumbled upon a jewel even before he was to depart which embodied all of the sirens which called to him. her name was Loris. she yearned to speak the secret language of his blood and kin, she yearned for escape and boiling, vibrant life too, but sadly, as he desired to come, she desired , in perfect reflection to go. A balance of sorts was achieved but to the enduring dissatisfaction of all. After learning of her desire to leave her verdant land even his towel lost its import. He sunk inside of himself adn despaired.
