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quot;Sound interesting,quot; I said.
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Izumi and I ment on a small Greek island. It exactly a tourist spot, so t lay near turkey, and on clear day you could just make out turkisains. On o turkiso t closest Greek island, and t before our eyes -- was Asia Minor.
In toatue of a ion on t turks, turk captured o deat up a sake in tripped to it. t of ake t of il it finally came out of ing o die. tatue ed on t built, it must no, and seagull droppings, von could barely make out tures. tatue a passing glance, and for turned he world.
at our outdoor cafe, drinking coffee or beer, aimlessly gazing at t in t turkisting at t tro color filled t made me feel as if I 1y sy, somet out of reac strangely gentle. And t substance colored the harbor.
At times, I could