Iulia StavreThe terrace, the sunbed, the coffee, the pen, and the journal. The roses, the lavender, the linden tree in bloom, the green grass, the clear blue sky. I gaze into her eyes for the very first time. It is so late, a lingering fear that it might be too late, chokes my still steady heartbeat. I tell her she is perfect …
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