--🩶Luciana🩶--
"Beneath the towers, where shadows brushed the stones, a vision, "Luciana," sparked, a light within the dusk. Pignoletto, sparkling like afternoon sun, fading into night's dream, reflected in her eyes, dark pools where ancient frescoes swam. A cadence of Italian, a whispered, velvet storm, a tapestry of syllables, a language of the soul, unraveled in the narrow, winding lanes. Her laughter, a baroque flourish, echoed off the weathered walls, a haunting melody, a fleeting, fierce embrace. The…
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