Another long and weird day. Someone from my past is knocking on my door. He's everything I hate about myself but he and I have a history so here we are again.
Sorry so cryptic, I'm making some changes - dunno if for better or worse. I'll let you know soon. I always do.
But back to the trip:
Skipped all the meetings and went to the New York Hotel in Rotterdam. There I wrote postcards and had a $6 glass of water and listened to someone saying, goodbye my almost lover as I wrote my friends and family.
I picked up the pretty postcard above and thought it was a bit sad I had no one to send it to.
Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
I’ll be in Dover tomorrow.
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Music: see the words in italics above