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I met Katrina on the subway.
She was wearing fake fur and her eyes were wet.
It was her 22nd birthday.

Her life isn't ordinary.
A life flourishing in between.
Unfinished thoughts, peculiar perception and an abstract sense of existence.
Unbearable feelings fed from the unknown.
Blurry glance, a small apartment and a white dog.

She's unique.

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