In the dim corners of city streets, the whispers of fragmented histories scratch against pavement—concrete pregnant with stories yet untold.
Morning light sweeps across untouched coffee cups, long abandoned; the rhythm of footsteps becomes an echo—who walked here before?
In the soil, seeds pulse with dreams of chrysanthemum blooms, lost in translation of moments that are ephemeral, yet linger like a faded photograph.
What did you leave behind? The sounds of a train carry nostalgia—of places unexplored, yet somehow familiar.
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Leaning against city walls, one notes the small rebellions of moss and lichen reclaiming concrete, reasserting dominion over narratives long abandoned.
Arrivals and departures entwined; names scratched into wood blend into a bustling market where memories, like tomatoes, succumb to the weight of mascara-ed days.
If life cycled through patterns of colors, would we wear them lightly upon our skin?
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