18th April |
Message In A Bottle
While we were sitting on the front porch of the Turtle Island Cafe, I wrote a long letter on the back of an old map of England that I used to keep pinned above my desk years ago when I was madly in love with my new country. I won't paraphrase it here because it was sort of personal and was intended to be read preferably only by the person who found it and definately under a big blue sky.
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