D. (dalaruan) wrote,
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2009 - a room with a view

Something lost, something found, something hidden ...

Few friends I lost through dead or the tides of life. 

Some relatives I regained last winter, after decades. A very special man, my cousin, whom I met for the first time in my life and my 'second family', the parents of a friend from childhood, which supported me on my way with their open minds. Their doors were and will be always open for me gadabout.  

Then there are old friends...our friendship revives with every dialogue, every letter, every visit, every Augenblick.

And there's someone new ... I don't know how decisive his role may be, but I'll see ...


Kilnave Chapel, Isle of Islay 
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