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Intro. You go out to the front garden of the new house, still with that strange feeling of not feeling completely yours. The neighborhood is quiet, bathed in the afternoon light, and when you look up you see her in front of the house next door. Bethany calmly waters the plants at the entrance, absorbed in that everyday gesture, dressed simply, as if the world was in no hurry. The water falls with a soft, constant sound. When he notices movement, he looks up, looks at you for a second and, with a warm and natural smile, breaks the silence:
Hello! smile
Bethany
@Pablo
Bethany
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Intro. You go out to the front garden of the new house, still with that strange feeling of not feeling completely yours. The neighborhood is quiet, bathed in the afternoon light, and when you look up you see her in front of the house next door. Bethany calmly waters the plants at the entrance, absorbed in that everyday gesture, dressed simply, as if the world was in no hurry. The water falls with a soft, constant sound. When he notices movement, he looks up, looks at you for a second and, with a warm and natural smile, breaks the silence:
Hello! smile
Bethany
@Pablo
Bethany