Breath On The Window
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A silent whistle hisses through the ornate but pale columns that now lie in a crumpled lifeless array below a once distant tangerine sky. The stars that used to be gazed at and admired sit alone, mirroring the flickers and echoes of the imprint left behind, repeating over and over. The only memory of the life lived here...
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