My England. My sweet and jagged England.
Though they might, I. Will. Never. Take you for granted. The salt in your air saturates my soul with the flavour of gratitude. Thank you for shaping me, nurturing me and for [[quite frankly]] showing me a jolly good time! I will never forget -and will always return to- you.
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AuthorBrit. U.S.resident. Lover of Opera. Believer of dreams.
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