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franceslievensLike a glowing oil stain in water the city stretches out underneath, strands of flickering yellow, blinking up. I search for the river, a dark surface in between the lights. But everything seems water from up here, with the yellow dots marking safe havens. Even the landing strip resembles a canal, bordered with lanterns – until we touch down.
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Date: 2005-07-09 04:36 pm (UTC)How are you?
*Bisous*
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Date: 2005-07-11 09:30 am (UTC)*is jealous*