These little town blues are melting away

I’ll make a brand new start of it in old New York

(My heart belongs to Brooklyn…) 

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Dream #38 - I ran away.

I recieved a letter that some guy - a painter - wants me to be his assistant and move to Brooklyn. All I needed was in an envelope - airline ticket, an invitation, required documents… I packed up some clothes and I just left home without a single word. I threw my phone on the way. I was waiting for a train to get to the airport - and that’s when I woke up.

Why am I awake?