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fear my life will be like a dandelion, shockingly bright, only to blow away.
Which land is stranger? The one I hail from or the one I've moved to? You decide, as I write about my experiences in Great Britain.
Which land is stranger? The one I hail from or the one I've moved to? You decide, as I write about my experiences in Great Britain.
That sounds like the best kind of life. (Permitting it is SUPER long as well as bright.)
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