Sitting on the roof I looked at the sky thoughts flew away into the infinite…moon smiled at me it said sleep over there is nothing to hide.
A WRINKLED-FACED ANGEL.
In the tapestry of our lives, there are fleeting encounters with strangers that etch profound impressions on our hearts. Enter the realm of this narrative, where a neighbor, a brief visitor in the symphony of existence, weaves a spell that transforms your perception of life, leaving you captivated by the beauty of his transient presence. Join the journey where two generations bridge a gap, and the magic of connection unfolds in unexpected ways.
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