Kamis, 17 Maret 2011

Why We Cry

Everything came flooding back. Summers in the mountains of Germany. That night in the gondola, during the Festival of Lights. The next morning, Peruvian coffee on the marble veranda, overlooking the cay as the first sun of autumn dawned. It hurt, but the pot roast cook-off was the next day and fond memories make for the crispiest

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