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25 June 2007


That's the risk, isn't it, of living far from "home" with others who are far from their own homes. . . the constant goodbyes. But that teaches us to not take the moments we do have with loved ones for granted -- and you obviously don't. "We meet to create memories; we part to preserve them!"

Found your blog through the Happiness Project. You write beautifully. . . will be back!

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