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Like seeds rolled by the gently stirred soil of memory, whispers of forgotten dreams flutter back on the winds of what once was, asking if we're brave enough to let them grow anew. - Merida Quill Like seeds rolled by the gently stirred soil of memory, whispers of forgotten dreams flutter back on the winds of what once was, asking if we're brave enough to let them grow anew. - Merida Quill Like seeds rolled by the gently stirred soil of memory, whispers of forgotten dreams flutter back on the winds of what once was, asking if we're brave enough to let them grow anew. - Merida Quill