The candle didn’t hold a candle to the sunset.
Later, in the calm of an evening salon, we shared pen and pencil, exchanged unsweetened chocolate and changed the world.
Now we’ve created a respite from the hustle and bustle of intelligent debate, shopping trips and melting ice cream cones, we can start filming the speeches of dancing plants and radiant flowers.
Last, but by no means least, we sent you an invite – consider it received, to open your window and shout “I will”. That, at exactly eight o’clock in the evening wherever you are.
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