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I peer outside at the Rothko-like horizon.

Darkest blue, grey, marine… The windows are freckled with icy wet flakes. I pull out my phone and snap a few photos. I toggle with the filters, sending one into cyberspace with the caption “Munich Sunrise.”

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Memoirs of a Jetsetter

I peer outside at the Rothko-like horizon.

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