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Rags & Feathers.

Je ne regrette rien.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

We hear the leaves fall to the ground...

One and all,
This strike of the French sort continues to lay its fingers on us again and again, just when we start to think we have escaped its clutches. Long long story short, Magpie/Kit/myself are perched in Rome, instead of Barcelona, a la moment. A torrent of details to follow...
Hearts and embraces,
Rab
Posted by Rebecca at 3:16 AM

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