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Spyros, 01.08.2016

Beginning of the week, beginning of the month, beginning of the lack of movement. Things arrange slowly, talking about bones, talking about doctor appointments. I receive poodle love on my knee while Sara and I look at pictures while drinking healthy smoothies. Rowland is sweaty and talks about his feelings. I watch people coming and going. Stefan and I discuss the post-ubahn feeling. I see no reason why these days should be less memorable than others. I see things passing by in front of me, I have the control over nothing. 


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