and a freight train running through the middle of my head
November 30th 2010 We slept well our last night in Chihuahua. The dodgy room had a strangely relaxed feel to it, the rough wood floors polished by many years of bare feet and Chihuahua boots were cold, but the bed warm and comfortable. Our room was at the end of the building, down a long hallway, next to hard-working little gas heater which kept the few feet just outside the door at a comfortable temperature. Handy
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