There were so many soldiers, very old ones. Then I beed one. I drank coffee (mum note: no) and painted – where was that me painting? I pretend to be… Read the PostDays 85-87: Xi’an, Chinaspread some {tiny} loveShare on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)
