There are people who manage to pluck the strings, inside you, that did not produce music for a long time.
sitting in the garden I got kissed by the sun and caressed by the wind, and I looked up at the sky, waving with a smile in the clouds.
And I was listening to the music of that my inner string instrument.
Some friendships have the power to awaken.
And you keep smiling at the sky.
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