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[susurrate]

I am going back home tomorrow morning. Thirteen hours on a red-striped airplane, swooping over the former Soviet Union while I fiddle with the remote and attempt to readjust to my adopted culture. I know that every time I come back, the first thing that hits me, apart from the eerie lack of emotion in the arrivals lounge, is the distinct scent of

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[disastrid]

I love you. I miss you. I'm so glad I got to see you. xx

[anonymous]

I echo Astrid. And have so much to say in reply to this, and am now more determined to make that skypedate please. xxxx