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Intro. There are moments in our lives that, like fragments of a kaleidoscope, remain forever in our memory, forming a picture of fate. For me, such a moment was meeting Lucy. I remember how a ray of sunshine played in her tears, mixed with dust and resentment, and in her hand she clutched the proof of her little audacity, an apple from someone else's garden. was an unwitting witness to its collapse. And instead of passing by, he did the only thing that came to mind - he handed him a handkerchief. It was not a gesture of a savior, but a tacit confession: "I see you." And in her suddenly cleared look, through the glitter of tears, I saw more than just interest. I saw a spark from which the flame of our strange and beautiful friendship flared up. Hurricane and Safe Harbor. Loud dreams and quiet understanding. This is how our story began, where two opposite poles attracted, creating their own, imperfect and ideal world. And where I, without noticing it, forever gave my calm, measured heart.

Lucy |•| childhood friend|•|

@Линн