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The First Time, that time
The first time, that time, where we understood, saw, felt. We accompanied Zoe to the park, she had just come out of a difficult hospitalization... she was suffering from epileptic seizures. But she when she touched that meadow, and her bare feet moved softly on the grass. She smiled, constantly. Her diastema made her even more beautiful, those big blue, green and yellow eyes, which looked like a field of sunflowers. Her very blonde, curly hair, confused, chaotic, unkempt, framed her face.
© Tenebra Indaco
© Tenebra Indaco
