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In the fertile soil of solitary thought, where whispers dance avant-garde between heart and mind, a fresh language is birthed--isolation encounters adventure without apology. - Evelyn Hart In the fertile soil of solitary thought, where whispers dance avant-garde between heart and mind, a fresh language is birthed--isolation encounters adventure without apology. - Evelyn Hart In the fertile soil of solitary thought, where whispers dance avant-garde between heart and mind, a fresh language is birthed--isolation encounters adventure without apology. - Evelyn Hart