In the summer of '98, the persistent drumming of tennis balls against a sun-baked wall becomes a symphony. Each bounce echoes a variance from time: friends not made, prospective horizons, and those half-etched names on idle postcards.
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An untold shiver confronts the tactile embrace of a single crayon’s blush against paper. Scribbled notes on arrangements for invisible descents, orchestrated in stark light beside a hastily emptied teacup.
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