Meet me in Berlin

“Meet me in Berlin,” he said and suddenly there was water on my cheeks and him on my mind and suddenly, I was there. He was in my arms but I was in my own bed. He was in my arms but I could taste the saltiness of my tears. The night and only night could do this to me.

My trembling reply resonated across the sea, to him,
I’m sure.

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