I'm so behind the times that I couldn't remember where your old journal was. So, I've found it, but not until after I left a comment over at the other one. You don't know me from Adam, but from what little I pretend to know about you my mind is crying out Graz Graz Graz. I don't know what's there for you other than a teacher and music, but what more could you want (well, apart from him). Go girl! Slovenia is where you ought to be!
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Distance is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and enkindles the great.
If you ever want to hang out, give me a call.
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