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[cristaleeena]

...and i salsa my way down some stairs in the parc guëll. i´m convinced that gaudi knew this place would make people need to dance. and so i do. earphones seeping underground havana tunes. a fine grey dusting on my toes. crunch of terracotta dirt, and shuffle of uno-dos-trei as my havaianas kick and slide. patterns of shadow keep me far from

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[stephaniejoy]

(beautiful)