The fire’s voice has quieted, leaving only the soft glow of embers — a dark warmth that breathes in the silence.
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the last light of the day spills through the narrow streets of palma´s old town, touching everything with liquid gold. the air hums with laughter, glasses clink in fleeting toasts, and cigarette smoke curls into the cool evening. here, in front of bodega morei, the world slows down just enough to catch a glimpse of something timeless.
friendship in the soft glow of dusk.
wine, shadows, and the kind of conversations that only make sense in the right light.