In dimly lit candle-light Francesca sits with a glass of vintage port in her hands as she watches Giancarlo demonstrate his art in the villa's dining room fresco (each stroke of his brush matches her breath) "The work may not be finished in my life-time perhapes... But it's not something to be rushed," he looks up into her eyes "I prefer the slow meathods... inch by inch" Her fingers brush sympathetically up and down his lapel. It's an evening to remember and the dawn finds her smiling.Birth sign: Cancer
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