Thursday, August 25, 2005
.... I hear my grandmother's voice when he said "oh my mountains" and look beyond the bottom profile of the mountains before me, that's his little country is right on the opposite side of the mountain. The little red church bell tower that gave me the name is there ... beyond these mountains ... I'm excited and happy to be here among these mountains where my grandmother left her heart, to follow a man who didn't spoke her language.
Monday, August 22, 2005
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