D'Arcy Ryan, Nomad at the moment

A little part of my story is the Post Office where people meet and greet and be nice in the few minutes that we cross. I often got it for my mother or my father, but we all ran into each other. Usually, it was at lunch or just before dinner. It was a quick greeting. Now it is the same in New Liskeard, but the greetings last longer.

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