I have always loved to travel from one possible place to another. Doing this gives me pleasure every time, as if I were traveling for the first time. Let my mood dry! Such is my nature… I am such a person.
Speaking of travel, I always think and dream of sitting by the window and watching the outside…
Sometimes, the morning sun that hits my eyes, which have succumbed to tiredness, comes to life in my memory.

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