...I feel nostalgic.
I wish I were in India.
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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
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ohhh...z. me too. and i've not even yet been, and i miss it still.
India? Nope. But home? Yes. Sunny summer barbecues and lots of G&T next to the swimming pool with my friends.
I've not been to Africa. Unless you count standing on the tarmac at Addis Ababa airport while my plane was being refueled, in the innocent days when that sort of thing was allowed. We landed again, somewhere in South Africa to pick up more passengers who were also on their way to the Seychelles.
Ooh, I'd like to go back to Mahé right after I leave India.
*Sigh*
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