Sometimes, at dawn, I feel like the wind carries...
The rustling leaves speak of places no one remembers...
Did you hear about that old man at the corner café who...
It's strange how silence can be so loud, like someone...
And then there's the sound of footsteps echoing...
More fragments of thoughts can be found in Voices of the Unseen.
What the city whispers might also echo in small towns, like Breezes Reading Other Lives.
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