In the last three weeks, I’ve had a similar situation present itself four different times. The way it unfolds is, I’m packing things into my car at the beach, or sitting at a table somewhere doing my thing, and someone I know walks in, or walks past. At first glance, I don’t recognise them… Then...
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.