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WELCOME
Dreaming in Venice
DEAR DIARY
10:28 AM
yesterday was fun.
what an experience.
ahh. the seawater
was really salty.
and the beach was
quite dirty.
and the buried ball
was never found.
and for the first time
we didn't eat at a food court or something.
and the only light came from
the wick of the sort of like a candle thing.
the hours passed like minutes
and the minutes passed like seconds.
