cynism is the order of the day.
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the walk to the car park where the air seems so fresh and crisp that it's piercing through your lungs and every breath is a transcient puff
we took a cab to fisherman's village
picture this, side by side with our legs rested on the opposite chairs like lounging on some beach chairs and opposite us was the sea and some island (i don't know what name)
sureality was the order of yesterday.
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