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  • The old man came towards me.
    “Isn’t she beautiful?” he asked.
    “Sorry, sir, I don’t understand” I replied.
    Then I followed his gaze and saw the silhouette of a woman at the very end of the drive.
    “Ah, now I understand, but I cannot see her face from here, sorry. But I trust you, she must be a real beauty”.
    “Yes, she is the most amazing woman in the world” he added. “Her eyes are as blue as this sky, and she is always nice to me. You know, I am a very stubborn old man but she still loves me. We have been married for more than 60 years, do you believe it?”
    I reciprocated his sweet smile, and his eyes were shining with admiration while looking at the silhouette at the end of the drive.
    “I must go now, she does not like to wait for me that long. Have a nice day lady and good luck with your pictures” he whispered.
    “Have a great day you too, Sir and be careful, there is ice on the road”.
    While leaving, he waved me goodbye once again, as if reassuring me he had understood.
    I followed him with my camera, and when he arrived closed to the feminine silhouette, nothing happened. Not a gesture, not a glance. He kept on marching, his head down paying attention to the slippery road. The feminine silhouette started to move towards me, showing a young woman under a huge furry hood.
    She must not be the woman he was talking about, I thought. Maybe he was crazy. Or maybe I was not able to see what he was showing me: I was the blind, unable to see an Endless Love.
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