She produced special oily ham from Spain and I supplied a pair of pears. We ate our picnic listening to a roaring weir and squealing children then I picked my way into the river for my first dip this year.
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This is charming somehow: a detailed portrait of a place that doesn’t
exist. During the Cold War, U.S Army cryptologist Lambros D. Callimahos
devised a “Re...
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What a lovely picnic. How is the language transplant going?
ReplyDeletewe gradually emerging as bilingual twins
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