A Bleak Hotel
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An Activist Abroad
philosopical musings for the curious mind
A Bleak Hotel
An Activist Abroad 
Even though your story is beautiful, it makes me feel some kind of melancholy, loneliness, and your pictures gave me that feeling too.
I don’t know, maybe it’s just me and my own perspective. The same case with the ridiculously hansome polish man, he had his own one.
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Really? How interesting. I suppose I was alone for the day, and am still fairly uncomfortable taking photos of people, so it might seem a bit empty. It’s all in the eye of the beholder though. I went there on a day when I was tired and not feeling too great, and left feeling fulfilled and happy. Perhaps that was nature’s embrace coupled with my interaction with the oh-so chatty Maureen!
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