The clouds, rising from the depths of the valleys, began to surround us, creating an atmosphere that took us away from the earth and lifted us to a magical and unknown place, that filled us with a new and light soul, among the withheld euphoria and the silence of Olympus.
There was nothing less. That love story had brought us to the highest point possible. It was hard for us to breathe, the air was light and we felt that life was fragile, that it held our impulses like a match surrounded by the north wind. But on the other hand, with that embrace, we felt life in all its fullness, tightly held in our arms, like someone who doesn't want to let go of a hot air balloon in the middle of the stratosphere.
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