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July 3, 2010
I dream of the big city. Not quite London - London in another world. I know the streets by feeling them through the soles of my feet. I can walk with my eyes closed. I carry a guitar round in my head and make sweet music. Singing as I walk, I dance through the crowds, wearing no shoes and loose fitting clothing. Hair whirls in the wind. Everybody knows me, look at the girl, the dancing girl, the bohemian with the wind in her hair. I walk all day and all night, never stopping, always singing, smiling. Oh, how I dream.