Sunday 25th July - Uno momento suspendido en el tiempo

A cool breeze permeates the humid air as I sit in a rocking chair on the terrace, staring out at the crowded clouded sky, the hazy vision of the mountains of Laguna on the horizon.

But my thoughts are interrupted by footsteps. Time to put on the smiling mask that has been my sanctuary.

'How are you?' the voice asks. I look up from my Moleskine, smile and reply 'I'm fine'.

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