After a rough month, I was actually smiling and felt good, but then I thought of
the last time I was on the street cheering for futbol. The last time I was on a vespa with Mr. Casa and this was another big championship match for Morocco. That time was a bit different than this time.
That time I was floating on
the ocean waves with the sun in my face and my heart filled with love and this
time I was swimming in the sea with my head just above water. Trying to be happy and stay afloat without
sinking deep to the bottom.
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