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Rainy Days
In Mexico City, rainy days turn the world quiet and slow. From my white-walled apartment, I watch the soft, muted streets below and find myself drawn inward. The scent of the busy café downstairs takes me back to childhood memories, while the gentle rhythm of rain invites me to savor each step—even when running late. This post shares those moments and a playlist inspired by this peaceful feeling.
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My First Memories Weren’t Mine
Growing up as the youngest in a house full of stories, I inherited a world of memories—pages, sounds, and scenes that sparked my imagination and shaped my love for the old and the beautiful.