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At the corner of Hos Cokroaminoto Street stands a small, blue-painted food stall. This humble spot became a silent witness to a love story that was never told, but was captured by time and Google Maps' cameras.
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An elderly couple sat side by side, enjoying a plate of food at the stall's edge, radiating warmth and togetherness.
They were captured again, sitting in different chairs. Their small world was full of love.
Only the grandmother remained. She stared blankly, her partner absent — perhaps forever.
She stood by the stall’s half-closed door, frail and silent, still returning to the place of memories.
Back in her chair, hand on chin, she seemed to wait — for someone who would never come again.
Her body grew weaker, her steps slower. A shadow of her former self.
The stall was closed tight. No sign of her. Perhaps she had joined her beloved.
Wild grass took over. Chairs stacked. No stories left to tell in motion — only still frames.
The stall was gone. Leveled to the ground. But love… remains, immortalized in quiet images.
The stall is gone, leveled to the ground. There are no more traces of them there. Only memories, only still images that I can find. Love... is indeed beautiful. Even the truest of loves must part. No one told their story. Except me. Through Google Maps.
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