Being on the edge of a life-phase got me a surreal feeling, like one of Dali’s clocks. Everything is blurred by the storm, half-frozen by the last drops of February snow, half-melted by imaginary sunshine of Barcelona.
Wish me all luck.
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Being on the edge of a life-phase got me a surreal feeling, like one of Dali’s clocks. Everything is blurred by the storm, half-frozen by the last drops of February snow, half-melted by imaginary sunshine of Barcelona.
Wish me all luck.
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