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In the silence of the night, notes hang suspended in the air, music dances with memories, a tango of emotions. Melodies weave past and present, like silver threads intertwining, and sung words tell stories that the heart guards jealously. And when longing makes itself known, music becomes an embrace, a balm for the wounded soul, finding solace in its rhythm. So, between notes and silences, chords and dissonances, life paints itself in harmony, and memories continue to dance...
Miss Dew self portrait. Photo taken and edited with my mobile phone.
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