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Aug 2020
im walking home and the air is thick and heavy and it's four in the afternoon. i have done this a thousand times before, but at the same time i have never done this before. The cars silently roar by on the highway, flashes of colour that disappear as quickly as they arrive.
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Eva
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   Bogdan Dragos
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