As if that were not enough privilege to have a job to mine as well go and return drive across a landscape of marshes and salt. In the morning, the rosy fingers of dawn water bodies rub like looking in the mirror slightly rippled by the breeze. A game with the outbreak of mauves and pinks, settle there, majestic, flamingos. Inside the car, I'm hearing the terrible news today, and I was amazed by the tranquility of the graceful birds and the world in general. The contrast is extraordinary and makes me much good. Taught me not to take the news too seriously. And when the flamingos fly away I'm not surprised. I allow nothing too heavy.
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