Do you remember, in Juara, at the end of my platoon leaders course, in that rainy December? I took the wet military blanket on my shoulders, and you were covered with the sleeveless cape that I drew for you from my belt? Do you remember the gleaming chalky rocks? The whistle of the wind passing through the trees? And how we roamed all night, looking for a piece of dry ground? Do you remember how we were happy anyway, on awakening, with first light, when embracing we stumbled on a broken stair, in front of your door, and we stood suddenly flooded with the thick flowing aroma of the flowering carobs?
Each and every time I visit this web site there’s a new challenge and improved for me to learn from. Haha I’ve experienced your source code several times to understand how you’re doing some things to wear them my site. Thanks! I’m able to coach you on about approaches to easy.