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Memories on the Wind

It whisks on the wind, whispering little secrets. Crystalline, it spins, trying out dance steps learned along the way.

Truth and memories wink from the mirrored surface, unnoticed and unmarked.

Softly, it drifts and settles, weaving itself into an ephemeral blanket. Already forgotten.

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