Andando por el centro y descubriendo el amarillo que pintaras tu cocina. Pero aún no lo sabÃas.
My work forced me to slow down in a time when few other things could have convinced me to do so. It reminded me of the beauty in the smallest moments of life: the way the sunlight reflected off the petals of the bougainvillea in my backyard, the lighter-colored patch of grass at a park where an elderly couple had sat down for their weekly picnic.
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