Thursday, January 11, 2007

It's not you, it's me

I explain to Rob and Vivien why I have to go, so I play with Smokey and sleep with my ten kittens for the last time. Tomorrow I leave the GOR.

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A cold fog descends on the hills around our home, as my heart sinks at leaving.

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