We were on a 2nd floor garden terrace. The three-quarter moon was doing its best to set a romantic, gin-mood, pouring a soft pastel-blue on the world, that softened hard edges.
A cool breeze wafted jasmine scents from a nearby tea-olive tree. We were alone, the only sounds were far off footsteps and my pounding heart. Wasn't this romantic?
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'His mind probes the infinite but sometimes neglects the immediate'- beautiful! Enjoyed your naration.
I'm happy then =]