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January 9, 2011
Tears, complete with brave smiles. I told her she was not allowed to cry - of course we would see them again. I didn't cry when my best friend left. Why?
Because I wanted the last memory of us to be a happy one.
In the end, we left too. It's been good, but all good things must come to an end, or so it seems. We drove through the city, it's beat ringing in my ears, and rumbling through my bones. I'll miss the river life, the market world.

I watched the sun set in Thailand...