Monday, April 23, 2007
Dreaming of...
Her narrow, stone-cobbled streets.
The gentle moonlight reflecting off the wide, ancient river at night.
The breads, cheeses, wines.
Hearing, speaking Her language.
The majestic, bell-tolling churches.
The kind of museums I get lost in.
Reading in the park.
Walks in the gardens.
I want to return... :'(
The gentle moonlight reflecting off the wide, ancient river at night.
The breads, cheeses, wines.
Hearing, speaking Her language.
The majestic, bell-tolling churches.
The kind of museums I get lost in.
Reading in the park.
Walks in the gardens.
I want to return... :'(
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