Wrote this monday morning

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Woke at 4am and couldn't sleep. Dressed and quietly left the room. I found my way to the food hall and pulled up a seat next to the very dark window. Many of the philappino porters were singing as they prepared for the crowds for the morning meal. It was brilliant and dramatic. They were quite nice and brought brioche, jam and coffee.

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