Second chance

There was a thunderstorm and the smell of warm concrete on the street and afterwards - the sky turned a peculiar orange. Standing on the balcony I felt as though we were in another world.

In films, sometimes this kind of lighting is in scenes portraying the past. Maybe we are in it. Maybe this is our second chance to write it differently.

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