I love Serbia and I love the lyrical language. Slowly I penetrate, lazily learning words, identifying enough so I can spy on conversations. I find the old city of Belgrade genteel as a dowager with its ancient streets and tiled, slouching village houses and balconies topped with potted red flowers. I am proud to be a member of Serbia's illustrious warrior dynasty. What an honor. I feel magic for me in Serbia, deep in dormant royal vampire blood. I grew up believing there was a marble palace wait...
I love Serbia and I love the lyrical language. Slowly I penetrate, lazily learning words, identifying enough so I can spy on conversations. I find the old city of Belgrade genteel as a dowager with its ancient streets and tiled, slouching village houses and balconies topped with potted red flowers. I am proud to be a member of Serbia's illustrious warrior dynasty. What an honor. I feel magic for me in Serbia, deep in dormant royal vampire blood. I grew up believing there was a marble palace wait...
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