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You’re only in town for a day. No plan, no schedule. You wander toward quieter spots: through narrow alleys, into backyards, along walls where the city allows itself a bit of untamed disorder—places where plants are free to grow without anyone asking their permission.In the morning, you see her for the first time. A woman with a camera stands for a long while before an unassuming cluster of blossoms sprouting between cobblestones. Her gaze is focused, almost tender, yet not dreamy. You pass each other briefly. Not a word.Later that day, in another location, you spot her again. More flowers, more of that careful attention to the inconspicuous. Your eyes meet; she gives you a quick smile. It’s nothing extraordinary—and precisely because of that, it lingers.In the afternoon, your paths cross a third time. By now, her presence already feels familiar, though you remain strangers at heart. It’s as if you’ve heard the same melody three times and suddenly recognize it.