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my home..far away from home
I miss this place....bejesus, never have I felt so welcomed, like family.
And every time I raise my glass, it will be in my thoughts.
Thanks to the music, the singing, the fiddles, and drumming, the dancing, the pitchers of pear cider, shared with a straw 9all of us crowding around like piggies, glasses of red wine with a friend (good for the voice), wiith whistles and sweet people, sharp wit, and deep love for making my time in Berkeley worth every damn second. I have the FONDEST memories that make music in me heart!
Love this the stars hold no glory
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merry colleen
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posted 11/03/07
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