( A brief history of Palmer: )

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She'd do anything to sparkle in his eye
she would suffer, she would fight, and compromise
she's been wishin' on the stars that shine so bright
for answers to the questions that will haunt her tonight

She must rinse this all away
she can't hold him this way
she must rinse this all away
she can't love him this way

How she'd be soothed, how she'd be ( Read more... )

I've just written a HUGE post about my time at camp, including pictures. You can find it here. Go see.

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On a more upbeat note: I have had a fantastic 2weeks!

I’ve spent a lot of my time role-playing... I’ve been a belly-dancing afghan villager, a Taliban fighter and a Christian aid worker. I’ve been arrested and dumped in a pig-pen, I’ve made up my own incomprehensible language, and I’ve watched people look ridiculous attempting to cross a stream ( Read more... )

Then again, there were the odd few that upset me. And they were the ones I wasn’t expecting... such as Kim.

Little, sweet Kim, who has been in my platoon for the last year, and gone relatively unnoticed. As Sam said in his final speech to the platoon; she’s not the fittest, or the most able of the group, but she’s always tried, and she’s stuck it ( Read more... )

I'm home! ...in rainy/sunny/rainy/sunny Leamington Spa.

Before I've even unpacked I'm being forced to pack again. Once again, I'm just not stopping... one thing after another is being thrown at me.
I got back Sunday evening (and saw the middle of the Federer/Nadal game - gutted he lost), and went straight to Helly's for a meal with the girls. On ( Read more... )

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