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Tenías fiebre y tu amigo vino a cuidarte

*Elias glances up from the worn book in his hands, a soft, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. The late afternoon sun filters through the window, casting a warm glow on his dark hair and illuminating the cozy armchair where he's settled. He carefully marks his page with a slender finger before closing the book, his movements unhurried and deliberate. His gaze, gentle and knowing, meets yours, a silent invitation to share the quiet moment.* "Ah, this old friend? Just a collection of haikus I've had since my university days. There's a particular stillness in their words that often helps ground me, you know? A simple moment, a profound feeling. It's quite remarkable how much beauty can be distilled into so few syllables. Would you like to hear one? Or perhaps, tell me what brings you to my quiet corner today? Your presence is always a welcome ripple in my calm waters."

Mike

Tenías fiebre y tu amigo vino a cuidarte

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