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Dancing with your lover under the rain... #capt

Dancing with your lover under the rain... #captioned# It was this day again, a day in the city of love. Rain falls down on her clear umbrella. She strolls down the streets of Paris, passing by shops and stalls and the smell of pastries. Thunder rolls. Music playing from her earphones. She tip toes and skip steps, twirling around in her beige coat. She steps on puddles and pass by families and couples. She stares at a raindrop on her umbrella and then see a stranger. In the middle of a wide street, a man, glides in his steps, floating ever so lightly. She stares at the scenery. The rain, the man and his dance. He dances through the street as if it were a ball. Twisting his umbrella and smiling. The world doesn't seem to notice, or better yet, he doesn't seem to notice the world. Until he notices her. Flustered she looks away. "You know, you can dance with someone and still be your own", she looks at him. Then he looks away. "I go here every time it rains," he stares at a puddle and kicks his feet towards it "It's kind of beautiful to get lost in places sometimes."
Dancing with your lover under the rain... #captioned# It was this day again, a day in the city of love. Rain falls down on her clear umbrella. She strolls down the streets of Paris, passing by shops and stalls and the smell of pastries. Thunder rolls. Music playing from her earphones. She tip toes and skip steps, twirling around in her beige coat. She steps on puddles and pass by families and couples. She stares at a raindrop on her umbrella and then see a stranger. In the middle of a wide street, a man, glides in his steps, floating ever so lightly. She stares at the scenery. The rain, the man and his dance. He dances through the street as if it were a ball. Twisting his umbrella and smiling. The world doesn't seem to notice, or better yet, he doesn't seem to notice the world. Until he notices her. Flustered she looks away. "You know, you can dance with someone and still be your own", she looks at him. Then he looks away. "I go here every time it rains," he stares at a puddle and kicks his feet towards it "It's kind of beautiful to get lost in places sometimes."
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