I awake this morning in a quiet Transylvanian village, birthplace of Vlad Tepes - we know him as Count Dracula. It is not dark and gloomy, but it is gray and rainy. The only sign of life is the intermittent peal of church bells, chiming from every quarter. Today I will nap away the day, for I am finding that I arrive to important places, not by bus or train, rather I am driven there in my dreams.
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bro -- how i envy your visit to the Count's haunts. it is a favorite read of mine. your entries are fantastic -- keep them coming.
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