Late one night, at a party, I witnessed an awkward exchange between a couple. He approached her, drink in hand, smiling casually, but a certain tension encircled them and was it clear that they knew each other intimately. As they conversed, his body spoke of apology and regret. Framed in the pale moonlight she was distant and indifferent. Suddenly he dropped his glass of wine. She stepped back in surprise. And there I let my imagination roam and rise to decipher her state of mind…
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