Written in the stars
๐ฅ BalancedI tell
On a warm night in Lisbon, an old fortune teller hands the same card to me and to the stranger beside me, a calm, bearded architect in his forties. We laugh it off, then can't stop talking. All evening there's a pull we both feel and dare to name. I want the sense of something meant to be, his question before every step, my answers growing bolder, and a passionate night we both freely choose.
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