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I love Edinburgh and think I would love to live there. Or Sterling. I love the cobblestones. I bought a rug there from a Hungarian man. I liked the rug because it was a Persian antique. I like the man because I am Hungarian. But for now I live on top of a mountain in a forest in America. And sometimes I look for faeries that may have flown over from across the pond.

“Not all those who wander are lost” is my favorite quote. I got it tattooed on that part of the arm you like, but I had to get a cover up because the tattoo artist did a crap job. Now it’s a secret underneath flowers and vines.