This is a love story, about an old couple.
Maschita and Hamid.
My beautiful Mash, he says.
“Why is nothing ever-so beautiful for you? Why do you always want to stay close to the whites of christmas, and run away from the warmth of summer days?” Hamid asks her.
“Oh, Hamid. Hamid, staying close to winter, is my way of staying closer to you. I don't see our young love cooking inside the warmth of the vintage grey cafe, where you confessed your eternal love for me. I see that time, as the while, when the snow touched the ground, the whites hailing from the sky.”
she whispered into his ears for the millionth time as he once again, smiled at her beautiful mind.
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