Life in the Lost Lane A collective of English Gentlemen |
Yes, I'll live here and start a family. Oh! How we'll laugh and dine together, the conversations, the spilt wine, the furtive look, the sympathy, the stories of love, this place. Home. Anything is possible here, maybe my new country will produce the kind of vegetables that sets the jealous eyes of the North against us, and the Cauliflower wars will begin. Sure, there will be losses both sides, the five years of fighting has destroyed all but the most remote cities and towns, but we will be happy again. We will see peace in our time. Rest assured Life in the Lost Lane....I will return. posted by B @ 9:46 AM
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