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This Morning, by Susana Laborde-Blaj
Standing on a little bridge is something that I love to do, every morning, usually before sunrise. Every morning is so different, and in a way that's where its beauty resides, a fleeting moment that will not happen again. This morning was cloudy and no colors or textures were apparent, which invited me to stay a bit longer, letting myself be pulled into stillness and quiet. Losing a bit track of time, I suddenly felt a car passing behind me. The car stopped right there, in th

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