Thursday, July 19, 2007
sweet choice legend
We have recently acquired another Kiwi at work so we now number a grand total of 2. I derive a pure and simple pleasure from talking to my fellow countryman because although the accent is familiar, it isn't the nastier, more embarrassing variation and just the way he puts sentences together reminds me of home. It struck me this morning that although he is speaking exactly the same language as me, his sentences have a structure, and words are used in a way that would only happen back home. I love that. I miss that. I've pretty much lost that.
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