minimal sentimental memories yet to happen

daily dose of fables hidden in the corners of the city

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Let’s sit on the roof edge, swing our legs, sip a glass of wine, all the city below our feet. We own the whole city.

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Looking at the photos that you sent me, torn between jealousy, and happiness. My imagination saves me. I’m happy that you’re enjoying your trip.

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There are nights that I sleep while you’re working, and there are nights that I work and you sleep. I don’t know much about the former, but your deep asleep breath is the best music to keep me going.

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I can’t give in. You make me want to fly high, to realize the limitlessness of human nature.