I am anchored to thoughts of Brugge.
My gastronomical panache is set.
Walking in a medieval town is like
voyaging to the summits,
the stillness of the morning air
comes with a sense of belief.
Rossie our tour guide
quilts you with the knowledge
and a knowing boon.
Nowhere else provides such testimony.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
I am anchored to thoughts of Brugge.
My gastronomical panache is set.
Walking in a medieval town is like
voyaging to the summits,
the stillness of the morning air
comes with a sense of belief.
Rossie our tour guide
quilts you with the knowledge
and a knowing boon.
Nowhere else provides such testimony.
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