Lovely cute country with amazing trees and loads of Maria's.
loved it, how relaxing it was...
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at night my mind does not much care if what it thinks is here or there it tells me stories it invents and makes up thinks that don't make sense I don't know why it does this stuff the real world seems quite weird enough *calvin & hobbes' - BILL WATTERSON
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Maria... I remember her. Her old wrinkled hand... The soft voice... She took me to the market once... We bought an orange donkey with a key in its side... I've lost the donkey... I've lost Maria.
Everybody knows a Maria... buried in your mind... I buried mine... Someday, we all bury our Marias.
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