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And every time I look at it I think of Barcelona. I think of sun, and walking around the city, and existing non-verbally for a week because I don't speak Spanish or Catalan, and not caring. I remember delicious food and dancing until 7am drinking amaretto and Spanish wine.
And it means even more because it's something I made with my own hands. I made it for that trip and made it with that perfect strap, and that pretty fabric, and the zipper and the big pockets. I made my own perfect souvenir. And every time I look at it I think of Spain...
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