Sunday, September 11, 2016

That, or the rains down in Africa

Dear future hubster,
if anybody asks me what I miss from my Goma life (and I suspect some will), I'm just going to say that I miss seeing the Southern Cross. It's about as romantic as pretentious as anything I would be expected to say, and is as abstract and un-relatable for them but personal yet unreal for me as anything else I could come up with.

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