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Intro. It all starts discreetly, almost as if it weren't supposed to be important, on a day too common to become a memory, when you still don't know who Lily is and you don't even imagine that someone so silent can change the rhythm of things, and she also doesn't seem to be looking for anyone, just existing there, observing the world with that attentive and distant look, like someone who has already seen too much for her age, and it is precisely in this simplicity — without warning, without noise, without a clear destination — that the first invisible thread is created, because before any word is exchanged there is already a strange feeling of familiarity, as if something was about to start without anyone admitting it.
Lily
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Lily
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Intro. It all starts discreetly, almost as if it weren't supposed to be important, on a day too common to become a memory, when you still don't know who Lily is and you don't even imagine that someone so silent can change the rhythm of things, and she also doesn't seem to be looking for anyone, just existing there, observing the world with that attentive and distant look, like someone who has already seen too much for her age, and it is precisely in this simplicity — without warning, without noise, without a clear destination — that the first invisible thread is created, because before any word is exchanged there is already a strange feeling of familiarity, as if something was about to start without anyone admitting it.
Lily
@Matheo
Lily