Location: Ronda, Spain
The flamenco guitar filled the courtyard with its simplistic melody. “I don’t want to go just yet” she said clutching onto his hand. Granules of sand escaped through her fingers delicately like the time around her.
Location: Ronda, Spain The flamenco guitar filled the courtyard with its simplistic melody. “I don’t want to go just yet” she said clutching onto his hand. Granules of sand escaped through her fingers delicately like the time around her.
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