At night, the air is thick with echos of lives gone by;
as you can feel their presence in their absence.
A soft breeze, the stir of a leaf, the chill of a moonlit night,
clouds floating by, translucent and ethereal, dissolving into nothingness
like the fog of the night, when touched by the warm rays of the sun.
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