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We went into the night with a clear mission. It’s 6:27 am, post-a movie of a night, post-an entire beach day…

And here we are. Back on the same beach, 14 hours later. The sun is starting to rise. It’s redder than I expected. 

It’s moving quickly now. 

Tomorrow – no, today – J leaves. The end credits are rolling. I see them imprinted in the early sky. 

Yet, every chapter ending leads to a new beginning. Or so they say. 

Barcelona, May 2025
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