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February 08, 2012

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Krakow is magical. And memorial. Though I never lived there, my mother did. Through her stories, and those of a larger history, I think the city and I have a sort of odd, permanent link. The poem captures that eerily well...

Hi Greer! Long time no...anything. I hope all is well with you & yours. :)

FiL!!!!!

I've never been there but I hope to someday. It's awfully good to hear from you, you know...

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