in a most bewildering way, i smell the cinnamon coffee and bagel i feel the crisp bite in the air i am again driving through cabin john on a fall afternoon and the little bookshop is a-beckoning my hair's in a hat my legs are booted and i'm huddled in a scarf and it is as magical as it ever was.
it's almost two years since we left. sometimes it could have been just last month.
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