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My memory in Devon

The thing about holiday is like drinking the only bottle of one of the best wine you ever tasted in your life. Rich, haunting, intoxicating, sweet, smooth......... When the last drop of the wine is swallowed, what is left with is the feeling of forlorn and wanting somemore and yet you know that you will have to wait for a long time to have another holiday again........


Never mind, I shall determine to be cheerful as I now know that, being cheerful is an active act. Gosh, for a grumpy old man, it does take a lot more effort than I thought it would take.

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