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Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone on a Friday night

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Russian Nationals 2013

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Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that’s all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that’s all we have - to hold on tight until the dawn.
 Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
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Marseille at night

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