perched on the window-sill of a 43rd-floor hotel room, i once watched the night fall over shanghai's scintillating cyclorama. it came to life at sunset, glittered and sparkled with all its might - then went to sleep, out of breath.
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I don't know how you do it but you can always touch my heart with your words... and photos.
I can only say... wonderful.
Thanks, Betinha linda! Miss you.
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