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Slow Lament
I'm starting to come to the slow realization that I have less than 30 days left on my Swiss dance card. Although I still have the majority of a month left, I'm already starting to look longingly across the lake and into the Alps. I even caught myself walking around the illuminated Jet d'Eau late at night and snacking on random cheese in the fridge. The mistral winds are developing somewhere in France, getting ready to subject the unwitting to its madness. Geneva is slowly rolling over in her brown blanket of dying, pleasantly acrid foliage. Soundtrack of the Day:
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