The Masterpiece
Another crawling cloud floats behind the magnificent skyline. Sipping fresh ground java, sitting in full consciousness inside Café, Hyatt. Pausing, noticing the other five-star hotels in the vicinity. The morning party in Hong Kong has just started. The city awakes, my pen hits the notebook.
The needle hits the spinning vinyl. The melody soothes, not a decibel too much or little. The melody soothes, not a decibel too much or little. Dinner was romantic, European-cuisine at Hugo’s, candle-lit. We bed in the silhouette of the picturesque skyline of Hong Kong.
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