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In the fleeting brush of hands or a gaze shared under the ochre dusk, we weave wonders from the ephemeral hopes reflected close enough to spark lightning--rare gold for our parade of seconds. - Lyra Simms In the fleeting brush of hands or a gaze shared under the ochre dusk, we weave wonders from the ephemeral hopes reflected close enough to spark lightning--rare gold for our parade of seconds. - Lyra Simms In the fleeting brush of hands or a gaze shared under the ochre dusk, we weave wonders from the ephemeral hopes reflected close enough to spark lightning--rare gold for our parade of seconds. - Lyra Simms