A ticket was given, was bestowed upon wrenched her to walk towards the core of her love. The chance was to be taken, embraced despite knowing complicating issues shared. Importance of attempts, to try. She will risk here for a bit of there. Maybe lady luck would be kind enough to shine her a dim light. The mission was tucked between her heaving bosoms.
Manchester 2003
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| At the airport come early evening for a light dinner with the kemputeks, dan and gonjian at popeye before speeding off. |
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| Easily tearful, the inflight entertainment was playing 10cc - I'm not in Love. What could be a better time to sit and stare out of the window with a bit of tears rolling down the cheeks. Sniffed the memories aside and sang the record you bought me. |
| Shooting Stars is an exhibition offering a couple of prints with Paul and Linda McCartney. We walked, me and sugary dust Donut with a giant telephone stuck to our ears. I hang it round my neck, it was an accesory to be noticed. |
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