The Passing Moments of an Encounter

It was a hot August day during a hot summer in Positano. As she was staring at the water reflecting a yellow and blue light, he watched her and did not understand the silence that reigned there, in that corner of paradise. Everything around was frozen as if something magical had happened and nobody had taken notice of so much beauty.

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