I stand amidst the roar of a surf-tormented shore.
And I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Me near the old wall in Baku.
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You are perhaps more patient than I would be with the travel and ups and downs relating to it, Jeremy. Sounds like this could be the beginning of a terrific journal for you. Nice to hear from you and come back safely.
1 comment:
You are perhaps more patient than I would be with the travel and ups and downs relating to it, Jeremy. Sounds like this could be the beginning of a terrific journal for you. Nice to hear from you and come back safely.
Dr. Goss
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