A duo sitting in a corner of the cafe, strumming their precious guitars for the crowd tonight, rhythms being played in dimensions of a lively new universe.
One that never disappears into daylight, capturing, captivating and teasing imaginations of those we love to be with and entertained by.
Thoroughly having the best time ever, because people are with lovers and looking ahead to the rest of the night, then going home alone after the guitars play to their hearts.
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