"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Dare I?

Dare I dream to fall asleep Somewhere in Time in the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island, Michigan?

Dare I dream to stroll along the edge in rhythm to the roaring Niagara waters in Buffalo, New York?


And oh my sweet, dare I dream for A Little Romance to kiss your lips under the Bridge of Sighs in Venice, Italy?

Dare I? Dream?
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