Sipping sweetly in Starbucks, sagely assessing the safety in numbers.
Reminiscing on relocation remains, crumbly Rationalizations, misinterpretations, the elations of the patrons reassuring over tea.
It's raining in Athens and I sort of like it.
The locals look disgruntled in hats that cap down their wild curls.
We're kin. They think I look Greek, I would if I wasn't gold.
Reminds me of springtime.
Meatmarket yesterday, wine on the rooftop bar, carnivale treats.
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