Jul 21, 2005 22:00
I have loads of pictures but i don't want to show them. They're private. The people i've met, the places i've seen, beaches, love, wine, cities, rails. I cry everytime i see them. Memories.
It's so hard to be home. How do you call the opposite of homesickness. Travellers' disease?
Everything is so -grey- here.
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