It is early in the morning. Even the sun has only just come up.
A man sits on the quay. To his left there is a cup of yoghurt, his breakfast.
To his right there is a bottle of water. A really big one. Behind him lies a green backpack.
A pipe dangles in the left corner of his mouth. The smoke makes circles over his head.
The Traveller (for that's who he is) clearly enjoys the fact that he is alive. That life breathes.
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