Wait for me and I'll come back, But wait with might and main, Wait throughout the gloom and rack Of autumn's yellow rain. Wait when snowstorms fill the way, Wait in summer's heat, Wait when, false to yesterday, Others do not wait.
Wait though from that far off place No letters come to you. Wait when all the others cease To wait, who waited too. Wait for me and I'll come back. Do not lightly let Those who know so well the knack Teach you to forget.
Let my mother and my son Believe that I have died; Let my friends, their waiting done, At the fireside, Lift the wine of grief and clink To my departed soul. Wait, and make no haste to drink Alone amongst them all.
Wait for me and I'll come back, Defying death. When he Who could not wait shall call it luck Only, let it be. They cannot know, who did not wait, How in the midst of fire Your waiting saved me from my fate. Your waiting and desire. Why I still am living, we Shall know, just I and you: You knew how to wait for me As no other knew.
Hello Laura, Your profile says you are in USA. Is that still the case? By your photo's it looks like you enjoy to travel. Where have you been?
Chad
Ответ владельца:
Short trips round the Walla Walla and Pasco in Washington State. All one day trip. One time to Camping in Blue Mountains in Umatilla forest 2 days with tents.
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