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Quand il pleut, il pleut
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Join Date: Aug 2009
Posts: 81,566
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Quand il pleut, il pleut
Join Date: Aug 2009
Posts: 81,566
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...I’m not sure what to say really, the landscape of where people spend their childhood is always going to look so different when they’re then looking at it through the eyes of their own children and their grandchildren etc...populations rise, areas are built on more, building faces change and become unrecognisable from what they used to be...?...it’s a constant changing thing but not in any type of negative way...they had their personal reasons for leaving and Eileen who was the eldest..?...she had a lovely bond and friendship with her Somalian neighbours but just needed to be closer to her family...
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