Beirut, summer of 1963.
One radiant afternoon, she graced the café with her presence, a vision of elegance amidst the bustling city. Her chestnut locks swayed in harmony with the gentle breeze, while her smile illuminated the sun-drenched day, casting an enchanting spell over the scene. 
In that fleeting moment, our eyes met, sparking a recognition that transcended the surrounding chaos. She shared with me her passions and deepest aspirations, each word imbued with an intensity that enraptured me to my core.

Then, like a mirage, she vanished, leaving behind a lingering mystery. I often find myself pondering her fate, wondering if our paths will converge once more amidst the labyrinth of life.

Thank you for everything.

P.S. : Merci à Xav, cette légende.

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