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There is a certain stillness, when even the gentle flutter of a butterfly's wing feels like a hurricane.
The moment when crashing waves fall asleep, peaceful, lost to the serenity of salty dreams.
When tall trees stand to attention and takes a deep breath and holds it. every leaf pauses,
It is here, beneath the maddening silence I hear your name.
An echo of you.
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