It was the kind of morning dreamy travelogues are made for. The cry of gulls and children’s chatter mingled with the distant ringing of bicycle and church bells. The sunlight threw chevron stripes across the cotton duvet. And the white linen curtains billowed into the room like sails. I eased out of bed and stood …
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Spirit Me To Spetses, Greece, An Island Filled With Blue
