Another day is just washing away and now we are heading overseas in just two more days. As we leave the house I feel uncomfortable, I have lived in this old cottage my entire life, and now we are just going to pack up and leave it. I’m in the and about to exit. Mice are running up and down my stomach. My house is a little bungalow in the woods deep in Africa. I quickly go over my life memories here and make a mental note not to forget them. Then we leave. But then the weather changed dramatically...
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