Europe haunts me these days. I eat, drink, breathe, sleep, talk Europe. Oh, the withdrawals. And the dreams, the tauntingly lucid dreams where I am somehow, somewhere in the heart of Europe and swirlingswirlingswirling like a German marionette between a Swiss chalet here and an Italian vineyard there and the Tyrolean Alps and the Parisian cafés and
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Some day...
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(I had a vidid dream like that, yesterday, but it took
place near a different sea.)
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I love you.
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I haven't yet been to Broadway, but I will. And I'll be sure to check in to the Broadway Hotel when I do. :)
I looked up its website and was charmed.
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And although I never personally saw the ghostly lady who wanders the upstairs halls (and I did look for her, mostly expecting to see her), I'm told she's a rather innocuous apparition.
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I'm sure you will. :)
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I suppose so.
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