Sitting under a parasol, listening to a mixture of birdsongs and citysounds, sirens and waterporling, a nize, warm breeze is passing by, and i feel so blessed to sit here, in the middle of everything and work.

Sitting under a parasol, listening to a mixture of birdsongs and citysounds, sirens and waterporling, a nize, warm breeze is passing by, and i feel so blessed to sit here, in the middle of everything and work.

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Nice