like a band of gypsies I'll go down the highway...
April 7th 2006 Its raining again. Pretty hard this time. Rain drops fall on cracked pavement in spite of my exhuberant mood. I walk out the door. Away from angry British children, away from a class room filled with badly drawn penises, away from cold and heartless staff members who resent me for reasons I do not understand. I am free again to roam the world, and rejoin the ranks of the travelling community. Livi
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