
In the corner of the television screen, I see my friends.
When one is blessed with close friends, they become instantly recognizable even from the blur of a cameraman’s motorbike. When I see them sitting atop a retainment wall or lined along the foliage on the Kolovrat climb, I open Instagra…
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