Using vivid yet warm imagery, we showcase their unique, timeless blend of memories and experiences. From the summer of simpler times, the escapades from our twenties, from the night spent in the train to the morning at the lake side.

 
 
 
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“What’s the time, dear?”
“Quite right, my love.”

 
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Getting sweeter with time, milkshake that aged better than wine.

 
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The steam engine whistled in the countryside. The afternoon was quiet no more. Awoken, we put on some jazz, and danced in the coach’s soft light.

 
 
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“And what would you like for dessert?”,
I looked at him. Roguishly he smiled, and his gaze lingered.

“I can think of
a thing or two.”

 

“This one’s for the lady in the golden dress,” the host announced. It was music to my ears.

 
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“We live on through what we see. Memories of beautiful things; like the caress of something timeless."

 
 
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“The Good Book got it all wrong. Apples are innocent, it’s the strawberries that are the truly devious fruit of temptation.”

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I was smiling and roaming around with a milkshake moustache.

 

He didn’t tell me about it
until an hour after dinner.