Endemic

She thought she could never get back to the colours odours people sun she experienced over there, on the other side of the ocean. And the music…she took out her phone, shuffling over the music in it. A playlist she naively named after that place. She played it, starting riding her bike in a city that looked so different.

She smiled, nonetheless. With a little bit of imagination, she could blur those grey streets and receive the same, pure joy of the place the music was associated with.

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