I am at the second floor of this building
Glass doors all over me
Overlooking the sea
So calm and peaceful
Blue sea without any ripple
Or wind and there is a blue, white boat passing by
Slicing the sea like a pizza
Between me and the Sea
Is this Road
Near the shore is a deserted house
The dwellers have long transferred to another barrio
There is this fence and trees
Beside the road enclosing the deserted House
This is my office and I am inside it.
The rest of the staff left earlier
To buy something for the coming Christmas party.
I am alone. I am writing.
And here you come.
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