I met these guys at Ostinetto hotel in the bar the night before I got sick. Max and Sandro. Both full of magic. Both full of love. I think I truly had forgotten the magic that happens when your traveling. Spirits and energies connect in ways that you would never imagine. Hearts open. Judges disappear. Vodka tonics and laughs. The tango and dinner. Two faces that I cannot forget.
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