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A cool evening in Barcelona.  The streets are bare and the wind is soft.

We meet together in a room with many windows.

We brainstorm about the direction we will go and and date to begin our journey.

The leaves are falling from the trees outside and I keep thinking I hear the sound of laughter in the distance.

The layers of sound increase before they decrease.

Eventually there is little sound besides the wind to serenade us.

We have a plan.