Goodbyes. So many of them. To Strait House, to Wales, to Andrea, to London. Usually I do not like them, but today I am okay with a few farewells. Today they seem more open than closed, more bright than shadowed. Airplanes, buses, trains whisk us off to every corner of this country toward home but, eventually, we'll be back. And in the meantime, there's ever so much for us to do.
24.8.08
what's on your mind
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