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The sound of her camera sounded again. A familiar sound that brought her joy. She was trying to keep the camera steady with one hand while holding her coffee with the other one, enjoying it as she wandered. With every picture she took, she was holding a piece of memory, something that would never be lost, to remind her each and every day of her life. What she was feeling, thinking and experiencing at that moment, something that she wouldn't be able to relive.
The wind blew and her long hair flew to the back. “Refreshing”, she thought. Her eyes wept and shined in a unique way. She continued her stroll at the coast of Thessaloniki,