The Altruist
For those who give quietly.
Everyone knows it was you.
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Where the story becomes something you can wear.
For those who give quietly.
Everyone knows it was you.
Destined encounters.
You meet for the first time.
It doesn't feel like the first time.
Every story worth telling starts as an ordinary afternoon.
The tea goes cold. You don't notice.
The goodness of blue
A cliffside in Capri, bottled.