A beautifully restored villa — stands proudly beside one of the most enchanting rivers I know.
Its red walls cast shimmering reflections on the emerald-green waters below.
The current flows swiftly, like time itself, carrying with it fleeting glimpses of beauty — and the inevitable debris of fallen leaves and drifting branches.
It’s a quiet, gentle reminder that everything in life moves on. The lovely and the painful, the moments we wish would last, and those we’re glad to see go — all are carried away in time’s steady stream.
Between the Lines 
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