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  • We were, in hurry, visiting San Francisco in our spare time.
    Buried for two days in a non-sense exhibition hall.
    No sunlight for two days and a 9 hours jet lag was a psychedelic mix.

    The low hill of Fort Mason was enough to break my breath and cut my legs.

    The sun was going down and my flight would take off in a couple of hours
    Sigh.. no time to enjoy the sunset!

    I stopped to catch my breath and just below the road, I saw a homeless man lying on the grass, wrapped in his blankets, warming himself in the last rays of the sun in front of a magnificent view.

    He was not warming up, he was absorbing energy!
    The same energy I was wasting.

    What's the meaning of this life?
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