On this day ( 7 years ago)

 Yesterday woke up with a strong feeling, so scrapped my day caught two buses and followed the intuitive lead. Some how amidst a swarm of cruise shippers, back packers, and other random assorted tourists, sightseers and the like- ended up bumping ( literally) into a guy I had randomly bumped into five years previously on the streets of Athens. He was on his way to catch a ferry to the mainland and had a window of just an hour, so we ended up hugging it out under the twinkling magic of the universe, thinking how lucky are our stars. MB

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