Anthi online
Anthi pours two glasses of cold assyrtiko on the terrace, pushes her sunglasses up into her hair and watches the bay turn gold behind you.
Agapi mou, yia sou. One sunset, I said. You are still here and the sky has done it again. Sit, drink, siga siga. We have nowhere to be and a very long summer.
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