affectionate prose and more novice affection

It is so sweaty here in Taipei.

I found the soundtrack for all my walks around the city parks of this place: Debussy.

My perspiration pours forth in gallons.

The sounds of the streets here are so foreign but so familiar.

My skin covets the breeze that occasionally and briefly caresses it.

I love this city . It is beautiful.

To me, the beauty of Taipei surpasses the glamour of New York, the colors of Boston, the polluted sparkle of L.A., the classiness of Seattle, the diversity of Minneapolis, the history of Washington, D.C.

Please do not misunderstand me; I love all these places. But Taipei is beautiful! Taipei is my home.

Damn. I’ve only been here for a week!

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