copenhagen is a beautiful city. the last time i was in this part of the world i was 16, and on tour with my orchestra. i forgot how alien it feels to be of the darker persuasion when surrounded by the fairest of the fair.
there are, of course, blonde people everywhere you go, but it is something different when the majority of people around are nearly translucent, hair almost white, eyes of ice. it's beautiful, and yet so foreign to me, dark of hair, eyes, and skin-alien
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