Images by Marcus J, taken at Orange
Some years ago my friend and I were watching the movie Star Dust, laughing our butts off while sitting there, captivated, by a film meant for children.
We joked that maybe we were too old to learn about the romantic adventures of a fallen Star, masquerading as a woman, but it seems we were about to be outdone. Two elderly women sought us out after the film, saying they hoped we each had a star watching over us, blessing us with their words.
My friend and I looked at each other, secretly chuffed to have stumbled upon ourselves, fifty years in the future – two silver-haired women, seeking magic everywhere and never growing up. --->
We joked that maybe we were too old to learn about the romantic adventures of a fallen Star, masquerading as a woman, but it seems we were about to be outdone. Two elderly women sought us out after the film, saying they hoped we each had a star watching over us, blessing us with their words.
My friend and I looked at each other, secretly chuffed to have stumbled upon ourselves, fifty years in the future – two silver-haired women, seeking magic everywhere and never growing up. --->
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