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Colourness of umbrellas made atmosphere intimate. They filed up space and so it felt like love was captured under big balloon of people that were most close to them. Later their red umbrella also turned into balloon full of fillings. Wind was carrying it around, turning it its own way and led them into their own world.
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Colourness of umbrellas made atmosphere intimate. They filed up space and so it felt like love was captured under big balloon of people that were most close to them. Later their red umbrella also turned into balloon full of fillings. Wind was carrying it around, turning it its own way and led them into their own world.
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She was sitting there, calm, with a cup of coffee, not knowing that he was watching her through the window of the old hotel. Than she stood up and started her way through the rainy streets. He ran after her very fast, so he would not loose her. He was chasing bride all the way to the top of castle of Ljubljana.
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He started with counting down with his eyes closed and leaning next to the three. … Three, two, one,.. and searching began. Bride was carefully hidden between rocks, but white wedding dress and flimsily green wood were creating a strong opposite to each other. That is how the colors of nature blurt out the bride.
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Calm walk through “Bistriški gorge” in white wedding dress, heels and formal military uniform. Unspoiled nature and the newlyweds are creating a strong contrast that immediately attracts looks. Black and white only highlighted the contrast, adding certain specificity, diversity, additional profession… and that is how black and white got colorful.
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See the train goes from the Veneto region… the groom was in anticipation expecting his bride on a train station.. She was waiving from far away just that he would see her. And then they saw each other… ran into each other arms… and surrendered to each other. Behind them there was in all its greatness a little town Štanjel, which is ful of dreamy mysticism.
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You pushed a big heavy wooden doors and like if you walked in a large music box, in front of you a snow-white ballerina was dancing. For a moment you stopped, but the next moment, before you knew it, you were following her movements which were guiding you up onto the massive stone steps into the world of magic.
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