A Book Fair unlike any other. The opportunity to talk/read/listen to stories/ observe strangely beautiful faces in a white space. The chance to question motives/look closer/ delve deeper/ blush. Flashback faces from seven years pin me still. The memory of your way and you've stayed the same, only happier. Flattery gets you everywhere and I miss you a bit. Half a cider and away away.
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