Sixteen hours after I died I was absorbed by emerald green leaves in the sunlight, blue and yellow façades on cobbled streets, a whiff of garlic, a hint of sweetness, a whirlwind of pastries showcased behind glass. The heat of the summer sun restrained by a flutter of breeze, soothing. English everywhere, annoying.
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