No, day to day life does not equate to the end of desire, no, habits do not equate to the ends of feelings, no, the ambiant gloom does not equate to the end of love, of tender gestures, of this minimalist choreography that sheds a different light on two souls who become close, who touch each other, who whisper to each other, who sublime each other amid the surrounding noise, haste, anger, and greyness.
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