It was autumn. The last leaves that clung to the trees' branches were multihued in earth shades, yet my visual of the River Rhine in Germany seemed monochromatic. Perhaps it was the temporal melancholy. Possibly homesickness. My first time overseas fours years ago was a hodgepodge of happy-sad emotions. In my head, a compass was there to get you thinking.
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