I tell myself that if I lived here last year, I would probably not every day a katara painted and wrote a haiku. I could not open my store or participated in the Melanesian Arts Festival.
I still unpacking the paper I bought Rue du Pont Louis Philippe. Patience
(to all those who care for our apricot picker, some good news. (I did not have television but I can imagine that the images Earthquake in Christchurch are terrible. ) It is no longer in Christchurch since January. He is now in the northern South Island, 400 km from Christchurch. It Wwoof (Wwoof = Willing Workers on Organic Farms) in an organic farm. His job is to pick blueberries on all fours with a Mexican friend and local ladies. )
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