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A Moment by the Lake
An Encounter in Ascona That day, Ascona seemed bathed in a particular light.The lake reflected the sky effortlessly, the warmth was gentle, and time, almost imperceptibly, had slowed down. From my hotel window, I saw her. She was sitting by the water. Still. Present.A simple presence, almost quiet, naturally woven into the landscape. Hours passed. She was still there, as if the sun and the lake had quietly claimed her. Curiosity eventually led me outside. Franca by the lake, Ascona Seated facing the water, she was drawing. Without intention. Without display.She was not trying to show or explain anything. She drew slowly, attentively, letting her hand follow what her eyes…
