A beautiful morning. The night parties are back in their hotel rooms, tourists are still asleep and locals are just waking up into a lazy Sunday. On my wanders through the quiet streets lit by early morning sun, I suddenly find myself back in the old times. A precious moment that I enjoy more than ever before. How so that we only appreciate things when they are gone or disappearing?
I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.
John 8:12
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