My illusions of living in Austria–one cannot refer to them as expectations–featured scenes of weekends spent carting off to little Eastern European villages snuggled amongst leafy trails with nothing but Ann The Trusty Trail Shoes, a solid Jules Verne read and a euro for a hearty cup of coffee. 1.076 kata lagi
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I suffered a deep psychological rift after cancer.
Nothing felt the same again.
Everything felt so different.
Even after the initial six month shock started to lose its sting I knew very well I had crossed over into a place I didn’t know – uncharted, waiting to be discovered. 723 kata lagi