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The fragility of a fleeting moment is like tracing smoke in the winter sun; beautiful, ephemeral, anechoic whispers utterly alive for an instant before quietly fading. - Eloise Ingram The fragility of a fleeting moment is like tracing smoke in the winter sun; beautiful, ephemeral, anechoic whispers utterly alive for an instant before quietly fading. - Eloise Ingram The fragility of a fleeting moment is like tracing smoke in the winter sun; beautiful, ephemeral, anechoic whispers utterly alive for an instant before quietly fading. - Eloise Ingram