Back of his motorcycle, two in the a.m., hold tight! and
FLY. Berlin barren, alight: Reichstag Brandenburger Tiergarten:
our very own. And Wannsee! air tinged by earth tree lake, sky
starred dark. A deer sprints. And. Hope leaps.
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Hi Lilan,
welcome back!!!
How are you?
Thinking of you often, especially at Saturday lunch :-)
Josee
Posted by: josee | April 26, 2009 at 10:51 AM
Lilan,
I've enjoyed your archives. We have definitely gone through some similar "I'm not in Kansas anymore" experiences. Except the hair stuff! Could you please send me your email address?
Posted by: Sandra Andrews-Strasko | July 05, 2009 at 01:58 AM