Memories run after each other in this forced isolation, the mind wanders in search of magical moments, like this one. The photos you sent me from our evening, indelible memories. We didn't have to discover our faces and we wore, both me and her, this mask while you photographed us excited and pleased. Then you are gone, with her always hidden in my face ... I will never be able to have the memory of her face, but I still have its flavor
Date: 26-04-2020 17:49:12
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