It shouldn’t be this hot. The view is grey. A fret rolls off the sea. The piers are blurry in the mist. The sun is at my right shoulder, a bright disc among grey clouds. It shouldn’t be hot, but the humidity is unbearable. It shouldn’t be bright, but the sun lasers through the clouds to pick out highlights on the water. In the empty space between the piers I see mirages, columns of white that might be the sails of ships or distant lighthouses.
The tide is in. Children play on a narrow slice of beach. Gulls float on the calm water and huddle on what is visible of the notorious black midden rocks. The massive autoliner carrying cars passes as we arrive and small fishing boats trundle past. We sit on a bench overlooking the sea, my wife and I. It is our anniversary, 25 years since we got together and we’re having a celebratory lunch of fish and chips. 25 years seems an unbelievably long time. If we have been together that long then surely we must be old. But we aren’t yet. Not quite.
Even when you feel that there is no movement, the years steam on, until you wonder how you got here so quickly. Something has shifted in the last fortnight. I’m moving again. Perhaps it was our short journey south through fields of gold. Perhaps it is the shift in the air that follows. Dark grey clouds gather like a dome. Winds whip up and rain comes. But in the end storm Ellen only caresses us. In the dene it still seems like summer. The burn is only a trickle, the cascades choked with weed. A flock of mallards faces off against a flock of moorhens on the pond.
The police helicopter is hovering, its attention focused somewhere north of here. I’ve spent a lot of time this year like that helicopter, stalled and searching for something to focus on. But what has often felt like drifting aimlessly has in fact been an absence of the old ‘to do’ lists and wishing time away. As the world re-opens and structure returns, I’ve been reluctant to embrace the way it was before.
So I shift slowly. I start to edit my manuscript. I use my sketch of a woman and cello to create a painting. I submit some short stories. It’s a trickle rather than a flood, just like the burn, but it’s a beginning. The helicopter still hovers, but three swallows are closer. Like tiny spitfires swooping over the grass. There is a hint of yellow in the linden trees. Rosehips and blackberries fatten in the hedgerows. These swallows are the last of summer, propelling me forward as the seasons turn.
What a wonderful illustration of the passing of time! It’s amazing how all these little moments end up amounting to years going by – it doesn’t seem possible. And this year, of course, time is off-kilter – or maybe righting itself as we are forced to slow down and adjust to new realities.
And happy anniversary! ❤ Wishing you another 25 years (and more) of shared moments!
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Thanks Sarah, yes time has certainly gone haywire this year!
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I love the way you weave nature, passing time and your life. You create time and place in a beguiling manner. Hope fall brings fresh opportunities and inspiration.
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Thanks Pat.
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I feel such peace and calm whilst reading your post. You seem settled with
the restrictions and the tempo we have been having. I am also slow to embrace the ‘old way’. The slower tempo teaches you other values.
Congratulations on your anniversary, fish and chips near the beach sounds
great.
Miriam
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Thank you Miriam, I hope we keep some of those values going forward.
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I always enjoy your musings Andrea. They offer a poignant taste of your life. May the hovering serve you.
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Thanks Brad.
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Your words lull me into the feel of autumn, it’s on our doorstep and “shifting” is a wonderful word to contemplate as we slowly say good-bye to summer.
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It definitely seems to have arrived this week, or very nearly!
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25 years! Congratulations! A joyous milestone I missed . . . but may experience someday myself:). Albeit, iffy for me. I hope the two of you celebrated each other royally.
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Thanks Kristine 🙂
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Congrats on the 25 years – and no better way to celebrate than fish and chips! Delighted that things are moving!
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Thanks Bruce!
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Beautiful prose, Andrea. You’ve captured the awkward transition from summer to autumn – the berries, birds, clouds, weather – along with our awkward transition from shutdown to…something new yet undefined and elusive.
Congratulations on 25 years! A rare milestone (says this retired family law attorney), worthy of celebration.
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Thanks Rebecca.
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We are on the cusp of fall, too, cool weather followed in the wake of the remnants of Hurricane Laura, bringing much relief. I think we’ve seen the last of summer’s heat and I won’t complain about that.
Like you, I’ve found I like the simpler life and won’t be rushing back into things once things open. It might be a silver lining if folks have come to realize they are happier without all the fuss and bother.
Enjoy the week ahead, Andrea.
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Thanks Eliza, yes, I think the weather has definitely turned here now and we’re saying goodbye to summer.
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Lovely!
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Thank you!
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A beautiful write and your art as well.
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Thanks Renee.
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Happy Anniversary! Chuck and I celebrated our 34th Saturday. Time does fly. I love the rich colors in the painting. I’m glad you’re feeling some movement of your creativity. I’ll take a trickle any day. I’m hoping autumn will enliven me and my creative pursuits. Hope you are doing well.
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Thanks Cheryl and congratulations to you!
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I forgot to wish you a happy 25th anniversary… Wishing you many more happy returns of the day!
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Thanks Eliza!
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The incandescent mist, the unbearable humidity, the hovering of birds have become one with time, suspended in silence and yet rolling past surreptitiously, almost treacherously. Congratulations, on this milestone, and the rejuvenation of the spirit.
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Thank you Uma, I love how you describe it….
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Bravo on 25 years, Andrea. That is a beautiful thing.
I so love your painting of the woman with the cello. Gorgeous art.
And, as always, your prose is so lovely to read.
I don’t want to return to what was but create a new now.
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Thanks Dale 🙂
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This is so beautifully crafted. I loved reading it! Wish you all the best, things take time falling into place but you seem to be on the right track 🖤
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Thanks Shruba.
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Wait, did you make that painting of the woman and the cello?! 🤩
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I did 🙂
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It’s amazing!! 🤩😳
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Thanks!
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Shifting, ever shifting … this is far better than being stuck! I love your description and enjoy the gentle prodding your mind has led you towards nurturing and releasing the creativity within. While your swallows spell the last of your summer, I am looking forward to their return to herald the beginning of ours. As the seasons shift, so do they – and so do we, if we allow ourselves to.
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Wishing you a wonderful summer to come!
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Our moods are strangely similar; I started new writing for the first time in weeks yesterday.
Love the painting, btw, the melding of limbs and instrument, power in both.
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Thanks Geoff. I’m glad you’re writing again.
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Your writing is magnificent and the sketch so beautiful…..Your writing lulls me in immediately to a different place. It never fails. Thank you…and today here it is very cool and autumn like. 🙂
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Thanks Janet, the weather is definitely on the turn.
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Wishing you a Happy Anniversary and many beautiful roads to travel together.
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Thank you 🙂
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Some very lovely and evocative descriptions of this strange weather. Sometimes it seems just a little nudge can help our creative processes. I sometimes think that is what my blog and Dverse poets help but also some art. You are inspiring me to go and draw the old apple tree in the garden here in London. The sun finally shining and some chores done!
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I hope you drew the apple tree 🙂
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In memory of our the apple man, a friend who knew everything about apple trees, a horticultural lecturer and sailing club friend of my husband. So sad when people leave us but all their knowledge too. But I must brighten up as he did so much good for nature.
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Lovely post. Thank you, Andrea.
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Thank you.
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Andrea, the painting is marvelous! I’m very impressed. I’m excited to hear that your manuscript has reached the editing milestone. You can do it! Now if only I could finish mine… I guess the good thing is that I’ve edited the first half, while I was stuck in this long period of anti-focus. Now to move forward. Hugs on the wing.
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Thanks Teagan. It’s had a few edits now but I’m hoping this will be the last 🙂
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I love your seascapes, so grey, calm, soothing. Then the hot, vibrant painting of the cellist! What a contrast! It’s good to hear that you’re feeling new energy.
I see you’re reading Jim Crumley’s ‘Winter’. I’m just browsing through his ‘Autumn’ having read it last year and look forward to his ‘Winter’ at the end of October (I’m still reading and writing with the seasons).
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Thanks Ashley. I actually started reading that last winter but never really got started as events took over, so I’m going to read it this winter instead! I read spring and autumn last year.
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Lovely writing, as I’ve come to expect from you. I do think there are many of us with a general malaise hovering close by. I know my production has been down this summer. I’m hoping this changes in the fall.
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Thanks Bill, I hope the new season brings you new energy.
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I got up this morning and went about my day thinking it was still mid-August. I caught a glimpse of the date on my phone and almost lost my equilibrium for a moment while trying to let September 1st sink in. Wow. Time does fly. Congrats on your anniversary. Any relationship that stays together for the duration is surely worth its weight in gold. Think about how many don’t make it. Blessings to you two.
P.S. Lovely photos, and good luck with your submissions. Glad you’re going with the flow of how ever you’re feeling in the moment and allowing the trickle when it comes along.
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Time does fly and even more so this year I think, even though at times it felt like it was hardly moving at all!
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Love how your words translate to pictures and your picture into words. That is a gift.
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Thank you Paula.
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Your words are like paint flung upon canvass as you casually paint what you see and we are there. May you find your way to creating as the season shifts. Congratulations on 25 years!
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Thank you Jo!
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Andrea, This is such a lovely, timely post. So much is changing, so much is fragile. Two hen turkeys and their broods just walked through our yard. It seems we have become a part of their territory, and thus their frequent route. They are not concerned about us so we can get pretty close, always it seems sans good camera. I am in the studio where I remain too unproductive which is of course frustrating. My increasing post polio makes the effort of creating more taxing but the joy remains.
Here is to celebrating with the one we love!
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Thank you Michael, here’s to the joy of creation in every sense!
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You did the gorgeous painting of the woman and the cello? My gosh, it’s so good! I’ve been wondering if people will return to their frenzied lives or if this pause caused by the pandemic will result in a permanent slow down to a more reasonable pace of life. I guess we’ll find out when its over.
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Thanks Susanne, it certainly seems people aren’t rushing back to the old ways but we’ll see whether that lasts.
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Happy anniversary to you and your wife! You’re right about how quickly twenty-five years seem to just slide by. I’m glad to hear that your creativity is returning. (As usual, your photo essay is beautifully lyrical.)
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Thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Andrea.
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For some reason, this post resonates well with what this year has brought to many – a shifting of what we expect these days. “It’s a trickle rather than a flood, just like the burn, but it’s a beginning…” this seems to match how I moved forward with this year as well 🙂 Wishing you well, and happy anniversary!
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Thank you 🙂 I hope it helps us to shift in positive ways.
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Wonderfully evocative and atmospheric descriptions (as always). I love the images of the hovering (as if stalled) police helicopter and the winter burn as metaphors for inspiration. Congratulations on your 25th anniversary, and on the creative juices starting to flow again.
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Thanks George.
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Congratulations on 25 years of marriage – something to feel proud of. We achieved that milestone last December and it gave me an opportunity to reflect on how lucky I am having my steadfast companion to accompany me through life. Glad to hear you are finding your creativity again – your painting of the lady playing cello is lovely. 🙂
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Congratulations to you as well, and thank you 🙂
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I love your painting. Lots of good luck with the editing.
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Thanks Vicky.
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Happy Anniversary! Thank you for this xo
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Thank you.
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Happy 25 years, Andrea, and many more. Loved your drifting words and slow pace. It lulls us into the next chapter of our lives with so many unknowns. Love and relationships can be strong and carry us through. I wish you much joy and adventures along the way, my friend. God bless.
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Thanks Pat.
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25 years. Cause for celebration, for sure. It is indeed a time of deep shifts. Any form of creativity is also a reason for celebration and gratitude. Thank you for sharing yours.
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Thanks Julie.
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Reading your script, it felt I was there in the midst of it all. The light, the wind, the smell it was there, surrounding me while sitting in my studio. Sometimes words of praise are not enough and rather flatten the picture.
Good to hear the spirits have returned!
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Thanks very much!
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a very interesting post!
have a nice evening!
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Grazie mille!
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Wishing you both a happy 25th anniversary!
I enjoyed your beautiful commentary on the season, Andrea. It has been hot here, but it is dry heat, very little humidity for the most part, and it cools down at night. The summer temperatures have been rising over the years. Fire is always a danger.
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Thank you Lavinia, I hope your season is comfortable and fruitful.
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This pandemic has shown us how ephemeral time is. Spring was here, and then it wasn’t. Summer was here, and now “they’re” telling me it’s September. Well, where did April, May, June, July and August go? Are they still floating around us, like your mallards, in and out of our view? I’m getting too philosophical, but I’m like you. I don’t want things to “go back to normal,” not because I don’t want the pandemic to end. I can’t wait for a vaccine to help free us from masks and worry. But… I want people to remain slowed down a bit, to listen and look more often at the mallards above, the clouds and soon, the changing leaves. I want to not feel guilty for not publishing or sending out my books to beta readers or, instead, for sitting for an hour just to read.
May we all take the time to sit on a bench and celebrate love. Happy Anniversary. I bet those 25 years flew by fast!
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It all flies past in retrospect doesn’t it? All the more reason to sit and read or do nothing at all – we should all build slothfulness into our lives somewhere 🙂
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I like that idea!!!!
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I feel like you just let me off the hook. I’m reading like crazy since this all started.
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Beautiful photos and writing, Andrea. Here it will be above a hundred degrees for the next week or so, and we are just hoping for no more fires. The humid sea coast sounds lovely!
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Thanks Carla, wishing you some relief and no fires.
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Still a fire crossing over the hills about 25-30 miles from us, making its way nearer the San Bernardino Mountains. Bad air, but a little better each day. Hope you are well, Andrea.
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I’ve seen awful pictures on the news, I hope the fires are under control soon.
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Wishing you a happy silver wedding anniversary, Andrea. And many more! I wonder if it’s the COVID lockdown or the summer sun … I’ve been in the same state of static euphoria myself. And you’re an artist as well as a wonderful wordsmith … 🙂
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Thank you Selina 🙂
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Beautiful words Andrea, as we all hover like that helicopter unsure of which direction next we will be put upon… Congratulations to you both.. 25 yrs a lovely Silver Anniversary…
May the winds of change slowly shift us all in the right direction..
Your words always bring calm through any storm.. and the UK has been having there share of tail end storms lately…
Love and Well wishes ❤
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Thanks Sue, yes lets hope we’re going in a positive direction.
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❤ 🙂 lets hope ❤
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I so enjoy your writing .. it flows so beautifully. Thank you Andrea
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Thanks Julie.
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Beautiful! Many congratulations, Andrea, to you and your wife. Worthy of celebration indeed! And good news too, that you are moving forward once more 😊
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Thank you Sandra.
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Lovely, Andrea, and happy anniversary! You two have been together just a little longer than Paul and me.
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Thanks Jennifer, and I’ll bet those years have flown too 🙂
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Actually I made a boo boo—we’ll be together 26 years this month! I was thinking of our wedding anniversary instead of being together. Still went fast though. 😊
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Yes, we got married 8 years ago today (!) but we celebrate the day we got together.
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I am Santanu Mondal from India, when I read your memorable moments of 25 years, that time I am also went to lap of the nature.. thanks so much… Wish you all the best… God bless you…
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Thank you Santanu.
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Mam forgive me… If I disrespect to you…
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Not at all, it sometimes takes me a few days to reply.
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Ok… I don’t mind…
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