The
morning clouds cling to the green mountains as a child instinctively
clutches its parent's thumb. We pass by the mountains of forests and
the rows of trees fly by as the flipping pages of a book. So much to
explore in every line but no time to stop and take it all in. We rush
off to the mystery of Vienna ahead of us, not to return until we're
experienced what each of us is thinking will complete our visit. Some
will leave happy, some sad, and some will be left having walked the
streets of the city but only as they watch the lights disappear in the
distance will they realize they'd had their eyes closed the entire time.
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