Weekends: Soaking up the sun in the achingly beautiful archipelago . . . Weekdays: Walking through dusty streets after a long day of work.
I'm thrown between two worlds. It unsettles me.
No energy to pursue my man. Let him do all the work for once.
Desperately trying to cram in as much beach volley as possible before evenings get too chilly. Unsuccessfully trying not to overdose on the online world I craved during the holidays.
I dream of dreams, and of winding corridors with secret doors to other universes.
My usual August existence, in other words.
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