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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
In the shadows of a fading dream, I see her silhouette dancing like a whisper against the chaos of the world. There's a fragile strength in her gaze, a defiance that cuts through the noise, reminding me of the beauty that still exists amidst the ruins. She is both the muse and the mirror, reflecting the battles fought and the scars left behind, yet somehow, she embodies the hope that lingers in the cracks of our collective despair.
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