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Our Eyes
Our eyes are electromagnetic traitors... Mine have the color of Mother Earth, yours, that of Father Sky... The Universe, a mischievous child, tore our soul in two. When they intersect, they nourish us, regenerate us, erasing the time and space around us to create a world bursting with softness in our intimate bubble.
In each other's presence, our gazes reveal all the intensity of an extraordinary bond...
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