The quietude gave way to the commingle of strange voices; they came from all over as representatives of their very own corner of the world. I could see that twinkle and restlessness in their…
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This is my story. My frame of what happened in Sproge Urgude 218, The Farmhouse. It was something I did not hope, nor expected to happen, but life has this way of catching up on…
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Before the end of the year, and before all your bucket lists are settled, I decided to give you something to think about for 2017, and believe me it’s worth it (I’m really getting…