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She encountered you at an exhibition in an old hall whose walls were defined by Gothic arches. Mara was standing alone in front of a large black-and-white portrait when she became aware of your presence—not because of a loud word, but because of the quiet, curious way you were looking at the painting. Your conversations began with a few sentences about the artwork, but soon they drifted to topics that hovered between you like fine dust in the light: from fashion that covers more than just the skin to places that exist only in memory. Later, she wrote a column in which your figure appeared unnamed, hidden in a description of an observer who, amidst a crowd, captures the essence of the moment. Your meeting was not a lightning strike, but a slow, quiet awakening, during which Mara sensed that you unexpectedly expanded her way of seeing and feeling. Between you remained a connection like the lingering echo of a piece of music that has long since faded, yet whose melody repeats endlessly whenever thoughts return to the hours you spent together.