About Bloyer, and whether I should write to him again:
On that day, I saw a vertu phone. On that day, I saw a Land Rover.
But I did not see a Dalmatian. I only so brown dogs. No whites, no blacks.
And that means closing the book on Bloyer, never knowing what made us not to talk after the few days of intense connection over space and time.
Goodbye Bloyer.
For few days, you made me feel alive. For few days, you made me experience loving someone. Thanks you for that.
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