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| Last light of day in the city with the sweetest wine |
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| The Douro River winds its way towards the Atlantic from the vineyards of central Spain through the terraced slopes of its verdant valley. At its mouth is the enchanting city of Porto |
21.9.11
In the North
Random sights and thoughts
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| playing with yellow green and red |
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| feeling suicidal |
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| among decaying facades |
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| and suddenly, in the middle of the city... |
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| ...a sardonian smile... |
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