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Solitude clasps the heart like an elusive whisper, where shadows of contemplation are painted vibrant by the colors of imagination. - Eleanor August Solitude clasps the heart like an elusive whisper, where shadows of contemplation are painted vibrant by the colors of imagination. - Eleanor August Solitude clasps the heart like an elusive whisper, where shadows of contemplation are painted vibrant by the colors of imagination. - Eleanor August