In spain (where I fly now so I can go back "home"), I could see a sunny land, with wind that can cut your lips and very bright public transportation. From there I saw the moon rise round above the Mediterranean, I rode on two wheels in different speeds, I smoked the best cannabis in the world (in a proper club, listening to funk music, surrounded by gentleman) and I made friends. I've learned, in such sweet ways, that sharing is caring and it encourages little spontaneous kisses around your face. Above it all, like a sticky cherry on top of bad frosting, I found love.
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