When a friend has gone...and it wasn´t possible to say Good-bye
February 1st 2008 Home in HOLME, Wells next the sea
About paying forward between travellers, about those hands reached you freely, doing my voluntry job in Hunstanton one day, I met her in a pub. And I was just learning the language, but she never cared if I spoke badly, or saying silly things, she just offered me her friendship.
I dedicated this words to Lizzie, such a tiny english ladie, who I wou
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