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I think I feel like I should be posting more here. Last night I dreamed that I took the grand staircase in a hotel I was staying at as opposed to taking the elevator. There was a crowd worthy of a presidential visit waiting for the lift, so I elected to schlep my luggage up the stairs. I made sure to take a picture of the hoards on the ground floor, an elegant shot of the deserted marble staircase, and then a picture through my window of the crowds still waiting for the elevator three floors below. The purpose: the pictures and story were to be posted on this blog.
So I guess I'll be racking my brain for little stories to write here. At least the bar is set low; taking the stairs is not necessarily a thrilling tale. Oh, and I looked for last night's pictures on my camera. They seem to have gone missing.
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