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Weekly Prompts Weekends Challenge: Haunt
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What a fairy tale childhood!
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Looking back – yes. It didn’t feel so then, though. 😉
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Rather wonderful!
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I think so, yes, today.
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What a beautiful place to grow up. Where was this?
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It’s in the tags: Weinheim, that’s about 20km north of Heidelberg, Germany. After more than 30 years elsewhere I ended back here.
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Thank you 🙂
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So lovely Elke, great place to grow up 😀
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I think so. 😀
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