midafternoon, dusk. New Moon, intense energy pulses and new stages. We sat on the cold floor, next to each other, and opposite, calm steel sailors are swaying in the sea, that permeates the delicious aroma of salt, heavy, wet. And the clock tower the only conscious, marking the here and now as unique and special. The coffee was still smoking and cigar in hand, smoking slowly and deliberately, I you tell your future ahead. You're dying to live fully, so many experiences to do and feel that you're talking about a whole without any priority or chronological order .. but
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