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sometimes, I just want to stop shaving my legs, pack my cameras into a backpack and put a warm chilean hat on. I would escape to a place I’ve never been to and open my eyes. I would live on water and figs.

some other times, I just want to share a slice of cake with my friends. for le goûter. sat down on some rock stairs, we would laugh a bit too much and talk for hours about our dreams.

right now, I have two dreams. the first one is stated above. and the second one would be to open a patisserie in a small village of the south of France.

what are your dreams?

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