(((Silence)))
One look at these photos and my body is wrapped in serenity.
Perhaps it’s the dog’s sleepy demeanour, the afternoon racing away, or the image of a man adjusting his motorbike before resuming his journey—would he be heading home like me?
Silence.
Sometimes, some kind souls watch over us in silence. They don’t boast about their good deeds; they simply act with joy.
Occasionally, these angelic figures weep for no clear reason upon waking, feeling our emotions without needing words. In this world, thoughts are not private; they travel like silent clouds.
Now let me colour a light 
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