In the silence of the long-beaten paths, where footsteps have danced their last in the autumn leaves, a song lingers, unseen, like the scent of rain on thirsty earth.
Beneath the arching boughs of a timeworn willow, dreams rest, dreaming of the sunlit days that slipped through their fingers. Memories murmur like echoes in a canyon deep, caught between the stone and the sky.
The wind carries tales of yesteryears, fragments of laughter and whispers of longing, tracing the contours of faces now lit only by shadows in the evening's tender embrace.
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