The moon is different tonight. There's a soft sort of devastation in its silvery haze; a perfect bit of lighting to accompany the numbing realization settling in my veins. Tomorrow I'll be gone. Far, far way from mossy river banks, winding cathedral steps, and rolling hills cloaked in shadow at the first hint of dawn. Time is on fast forward. It feels like only hours ago the week had just begun, yet here I am at 1 AM, on Sunday. Damp hair, bare feet, and a suitcase full of memories to take home.
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This is a bit of prose I wrote about a week ago as a tribute to some time I spent in Switzerland :))
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This is a bit of prose I wrote about a week ago as a tribute to some time I spent in Switzerland :))
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