segunda imprecisão.

We reached Ullapool at the end of the morning. The weather was rainy and cold. We stopped for a quick lunch at the Ceilidh and after we walked around the town, wetted by the constant rain. At the pier, I asked an old lady for the post office: I had a postcard to send, telling stories from the north.
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At 1:31 da tarde, Blogger sidh

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