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  • I can sit at the harbor in Mar del Plata for a long time. I never miss a visit there. It's the orange fishing boats that call me back and back again. I wait for them to come back in the early afternoon, watch the sea lions try to get to the catch of the day, imagine the fishermen at sea, hoping to bring back a good bounty, and take a photo for Sarah, my friend who loves orange.

    Me encanta el puerto de Mar del Plata, que nunca me olvido de visitar. Son los barcos anaranjados que me llaman y me llaman repetidas veces. Me siento y espero que vuelvan al puerto de tardecita, observando los lobos de mar que esperan comerse algun pescado, imaginandome como los pescadores, en el mar, luchan para una buena pesca, y tomo una foto para Sarah, mi amiga que ama el color naranja.
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