From where I sit in a little sunny alcove I can see the openings to and portions of seven large book-filled aisles. I am surrounded by the stacks. During my various lookings-up (to think, to stare blankly) the following titles have penetrated my awareness so that now my eye is drawn to one of these three in sequence like a swimmer in a bay who charts a course between three buoys.
The Vienna I Knew (Memories of a European Childhood)
Europe by Eurail
Wild Animus
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13 years ago
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