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Emociones

Hoy me emocioné. No por mi vida que creo cada vez es más decadente, no por saber que existía una oportunidad de comprar algo muy bonito, tampoco por mi eficiencia en el trabajo o por la persona que voy conociendo día a día, poco a poquito y que me emociona de alguna forma distinta.

Hoy me emocionaron los recuerdos, las búsquedas en el correo me llevaron a encontrar un post perdido de una aventura que se me ocurrió compartir con quienes la estaban viviendo todos los días en otras latitudes y en otros momentos.

¿Dónde están todos?, creo que siguen de viaje.

Aquí el viejo blog

http://agencidaduviajes.blogspot.com/

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