The train momentarily stops somewhere along the Barcelona coast. People in swimsuits and various stages of undress leap from wet rocks into the placid water. You sit asleep with your head leaning precariously into the aisle. My hand moves frantically upon the blank page as I try to sketch this picturesque scene but what I am drawing is not remotely close to what my eyes capture. Constant chatter from a young couple who are clearly having an argument pulls my attention away. Spiteful laughter and a frustrated yell awakens you from your sleep. I close my sketchbook no longer inspired.
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"Classic"
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