Some memories flicker like candles in a midnight breeze, casting shadows that dance on walls of time long forgotten.
"I often wonder what path I didn't take," she said, the question lingering like smoke in the air.
Outside, the world spun on its axis, oblivious to the secrets buried in the heart of a city that never sleeps. Stories unfold in fleeting moments; a glance, a missed bus, an accidental brush of hands that could change everything or nothing at all.
The café on the corner held secrets of its own, the aroma of coffee mingling with whispered dreams of patrons unknown. Each sip a reflection, each moment a reminder that life flows like a river, and we are but ripples on its surface.
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