Heron on the Nile
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    Manaahil Wed 27 Apr 2005  
She's sat waiting quietly, for the most part, obscured by a pillar. I realise she was watching me, looking for her. She's not happy. Well that's just not fair. I was always going to leave sometime. There was always going to be a "last time". I can't console her. She hasn't much to say.