Beirut deserves to be caressed by your footsteps, your whispers, your dilating pupils, your hairs-on-end, your chest rising and falling.
Can I move you? Can I move you for this city?
.coming soon to the streets.
.hunt me down and gather me up.
[watch this space for a sign or join FCBK Group Project: Beirut, I love you ]
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