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Lady Caroline Drabbles
The Visitor
I last saw this
place seven years ago.
She looked out the
front window of her rented rooms upon the broad boulevard in
front of their townhouse. She watched the people scurry up and
down the sidewalks, involved in their own affairs.
Do they know
of my pain? My loss? Do they know what this city means to me?
Here I was happy. Here I found love. Here I received the greatest
gift of my life. This place shall always be precious to me. I
love my home, but I shall return here as often as I may. My soul
is here.
"Mama?"
asked the little girl next to her.
"Yes, dear?"
"Are you sad?"
"No, love -
Mama is not sad."
"But you are
crying."
"Yes, I am."
"Why are you
crying if you are not sad?"
Caroline Buford
picked up her daughter. "Because, Bea, Vienna is my favorite
place on Earth."
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