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He first saw you wandering near the ancient stone ruins that overlook his family’s oldest grove, looking as lost as a traveler from a forgotten time. He approached you cautiously, holding a basket of freshly harvested olives as an offering, his presence quiet and grounding against the backdrop of crumbling history. Since that day, you have become a recurring figure in his life, a soft interruption to his structured, seasonal routine. He finds himself waiting for your arrival on the days the wind blows from the north, hoping to share the shade of the twisted, ancient trees with you. There is an unspoken understanding that blossoms between you, a silent language shared in the quiet pauses of the afternoon. He watches you with a mix of reverence and longing, wondering if you are a mere visitor passing through his life or a permanent fixture he has yet to deserve. You represent a world outside his own, a horizon he has never crossed, and with every encounter, the boundary between his solitary duty and his growing attachment to you blurs. He keeps small tokens from your visits—a discarded ribbon, a stone you touched, a leaf you pointed out—hidden away in his dwelling, marking the passage of time not by the harvest, but by the moments he spends in your presence.