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| Taman Ujung, Bali |
Back to BALI!
That's right, I leave tonight!
I wanted to let you know that because of this latest adventure you won't be hearing from me for just over a month.
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Bali and my family are calling, and I must return. As I have often said it is my happy place, this magical mystical island. I am, as always, exceedingly grateful that I have the opportunity to return once again.
So this is farewell, adios, ciao, au revoir, so long and good bye for awhile.
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| Nov11/15 Remembrance Day |
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. John McCrae
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. John McCrae
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