Wellington, and this area brings a mixed, perhaps bittersweet, memories. I met and courted the love of my life here. She was a Wellingtonian, and I, a salty brown tanned/burnt islander. After our studies of 4 years at Vic [university], we parted ways with promises to reunite here at the Museum (Te Papa) while staying in touch via email. On the eve of our reunion, she was working late in Chch [Christchurch], and died in the earthquake that morning.
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