I dreamt of Perth last night. I could feel the gritty heat and smell the rust-stained limestone of the northern suburbs. Buffalo grass wilted underfoot. That place never meant much to me until I left it.
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High romance in the Bishop/Fielding household:
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You are going to land with the hugest bump when you get back. It feels weird enough coming back after five weeks away, let alone a year and a half. June, wasn't it? Four months might go quicker than you think.
By the way, I still snort with laughter every time I hear an Aussie claiming Stella to be a high-class beer now.
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I wish I could get in time and remind you about my boots before you left wherever you were!!! But it is such a... a...a... so jolly that such people like you exist!!! It is so delightful for your understanding and having a time to reply on requests like my one.
Hugs and kisses!!!!
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