Lucia Chiara
Sunday, 21 October 2007
Stellar
On our way to Brighton we saw a shooting star.
We're home already and I miss the sea.
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Another moliday
Stellar
It's nearly half term.
I want to go here one day.
Going, going, gone.
A public yet private moan. Please avert your eyes.
Role reversal
Another week rolls by
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