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It was an afternoon in the park, somewhere between crooked wooden tables and the scent of freshly cut grass. People had gathered in groups, voices mingling with the clinking of bottles. I sat down at one of the long tables, and there she was. Blonde, young, her eyes...
It began quietly. A dining hall full of voices, the clatter of trays, plates on long tables. I stood a little lost in line, eyes fixed on the tray, when she reached for a fork just in front of me. A fleeting moment, barely more than a passing. But when she turned around, our eyes met...
It was no great encounter, no fate announcing itself. It began in a room that smelled of spilled beer, with voices louder than they needed to be. I remember flickering lights, music from a cheap speaker – and her. She moved right through it all, as if the noise did not touch her but...
It happened casually, almost by accident. A voice, a sentence about a fly in the margarine. So banal it could easily have been missed. And yet that was exactly where something began that had long seemed out of reach: a conversation. Not a planned one, not a forced on...
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