This is the period of my life where everything is a series of sepia hued and tinted snapshots - candid moments of office tables, blurred lunches, hazy traffic skies and an underlying score of nostalgia and fatigue. Nights glimmer endlessly and weekends have become a cause of celebration, though I can't honestly complain for my week days. The last week of my internship is coming to an end, which is another tale to post of, and after that, comes the grand finale of le quatre annee, and then (insert dramatic drum roll here)
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