Letters without words.

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Letters without words.

Sometimes a person comes into your life quietly. Not to change, but to stay - like the light in the window or the smell of coffee in the morning.

Angelika sends me videos. Nothing special - a dog, evening, a window, an olive branch. But every time I open them, it feels like someone handed me a cup of tea. Without asking. Just feeling that I needed it.

I value this friendship. Without fuss, without offense, without loud phrases. In these short greetings - the real.

And if friendship had a taste, it would be like this: salty, warm, and with a hint of the spring wind in Corfu.

For me, this is more than just a video. I value my friendship with Angelika. In each of her short messages there is light, attention and silence that not everyone can convey.

These shots are like letters to me. Without words. Just the breath of the day, the sun in the window, the dog in the grass. And I always smile when I receive them.

Because such “greetings” are the most genuine.