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aquarian birthdays, american conditioning, and gradually slowing down

Turku was very quiet when I arrived, but perhaps that was because I had ridden my long-distance bus to the very last stop. I crunched along the February snow in my battered Doc Martens, switching off my headphones to pay closer attention to my surroundings. I had found myself at the harbor a little after five pm. The sunset had glowed in one panging orb…