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"Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above." (Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, v. 3)
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26 September 2015
Travel days morph together. A fog settles over our sleepy brains and it is hard to know when one day ends and the next one starts. But coffee in any culture is a balm, and it's impossible to be in Turkey without humming Istanbul was Constantinople Now it's Istanbul not Constantinople Been a long time gone Old Constantinople's still has Turkish delight On a moonlight night.