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Published: February 19th 2013
A perfect holiday allows one to simply do as one pleases. My first day here was one of those days.
I slept in until 9, listening to the sounds of the birds. I enjoyed breakfast on my hotel's veranda and then set out to look for a journal and scarf. I walked down Malioboro Street and saw lots of purses, wallets, shoes, shirts, and skirts I would never wear. Block after block, and nothing I was...
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