Strangers

12045590_10153198865437006_7968250754419687411_oHow nice to meet you, my perfect stranger. The sky is filled with feathers of the clouds. And there is a balloon flying below them. So brightly red, like the sun. I turn my back to it, just cannot watch it. And this is when my eyes meet yours. How nice to see you, my perfect stranger. Only two passers-by in the same time.

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