Dear Lisbon,
This is the way I will always think of you, just the way we are right now. Me at the white-curtained window, leaning against the sill looking at you. At you, with your just after sunset haze of pink, orange, purple and blue over the river, with your bells tolling softly in the distance, with your roofs staring back at me and birds braiding the air with their evensong.
Love,
Maria
This is the way I will always think of you, just the way we are right now. Me at the white-curtained window, leaning against the sill looking at you. At you, with your just after sunset haze of pink, orange, purple and blue over the river, with your bells tolling softly in the distance, with your roofs staring back at me and birds braiding the air with their evensong.
Love,
Maria
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