....praise to the market.
And finally I was ready to accomplish my sense of dwelling, approaching the yellow and blue shelter, ready to start creating that intimate universe where the memories are triggered by the perfect scale.
But my intuition sent me a bitter caveat, and suddenly behind my dreams, a big mass of concrete and steel made its bulky entrance. Again like other many times, again with the same voice, and effectively destroying my illusions.
Building behind the shelter. Miami Beach.
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