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touristic interlude


if you have thirty minutes for lunch, you can be a tourist. I know, I was one today. I was looking for a place to eat. something not so deep fried. Not so bun-enriched. Not so western de-civilization. instead I … Continue reading

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bookends part 3


In the meantime of the day, when the clock just doesn’t quite strike a primary number, Albert assumed a cup of Java into his routine. It sat before him, it sat beside him. It even sat between his legs. But … Continue reading

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