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I listened to waning music -
the supernal haunting of memories interred beneath the shadows of trepidation. Dawn reverberated with the calls of mourning doves, while memories echoed the offered opalescence of creativity’s beautiful desires. I chose to believe in myself, to accept the reality of my own talents.
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