The sound of my footsteps ascended as wisps of breath into the cold winter air. I dared to pause, a lone silhouette in the stillness of the night. Amid the silence so profound, I perceived beauty.
“Amid the silence so profound, I perceived beauty.”
The sound of my footsteps ascended as wisps of breath into the cold winter air. I dared to pause, a lone silhouette in the stillness of the night. Amid the silence so profound, I perceived beauty.
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