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the beach in January | the beach in January

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Jan.03.2013
I felt afraid of the New Year. Don't ask me why. It was as if a big grey cloud descended on my world and I could not shake it off. The sky was porridge. My face was a moon. The house appeared tattered once the decorations came down. Everything was flat, like the desert around the  house I once...