I die every night in your arms,
come alive everymorning without the pain of being born.
I'm invigorated, even though my eyes are dark.
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I love the idea of the smell of Europe. Brings back memories of sauerkraut, crepes, paella, darkly arabic coffee in a cafe in Monceaux-en-Bessin, Arromanches sea salt.
Thank you for this.
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I love the idea of the smell of Europe. Brings back memories of sauerkraut, crepes, paella, darkly arabic coffee in a cafe in Monceaux-en-Bessin, Arromanches sea salt. Thank you for this.