If I were to reflect, embrace all my memories and release them to scatter among the caressing wind. Watch them swirl amid the aspiring stars breaking through the night sky, it would not heal the pain flowing from within.
There is a moment, a rhythm that draws from inside, echoing in every breath upon the breeze. A place where sorrow follows with a graceful ease, calling with the ebbing tide.
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