the start in a new old home
this trip in busman style by train through waves of culture. The bare skin of ours. The veils and hair covers. The modern in traditional. The real authentic Amish ...
I arrive to Polish, Italian, Mexican, Portuguese to name a few. I converse in basic Spanish with a daughter while she was travelling through more arid lands with lemon trees.
And I am still in my beautiful England.
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