Daydreaming of the holidays. It happens when it's October and the weather reminds you of the summer. Hot, humid, tanned people, ice-creams melting in the hands of children, sun burning the soul and turning the brain into crispy bacon. At that point, all I see is myself as a nymph, bathing in the fresh waters of Vilar de Mouros. The most peaceful and perfect place in the world. Where it's never too hot nor too cold. Peaceful. And perfect.
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