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01 August 2008



This story brought tears to my eyes. My ex-husband was Greek-American and I often dreamed of being able to go to Greece. It didn't happen, but your blog takes me there.

Thanks for visiting my blog and your encouraging words. So extraordinary to find someone who is a Christian, yet prides herself on being tolerant.

maria v

the olive tree field against the village backdrop makes the village look like a retreat - i'm imagining how your papou must have lived and worked here

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