My mind ever turns to the beauty of Europe. I long for rolling fields and sunshine-dappled forests. I yearn for wind-blown cliffs and towering crags. I crave the warmth of the blue Mediterranean sea and the openness of the sky. I desire the cloudy mists that cling to the valleys and the rain that drenches the earth in sparkling beads.
I ache to stand on the edge of a precipice with my arms outstretched, the setting sun on my face and the wind through my hair.
I wish to fly.
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