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Every whisper of rustling leaves and ancient stones lays bare a narrative, beckoning our hearts to immerse dendritically into their epoch--two souls invariably stained by iron beaches of memory. - Ara Belvine Every whisper of rustling leaves and ancient stones lays bare a narrative, beckoning our hearts to immerse dendritically into their epoch--two souls invariably stained by iron beaches of memory. - Ara Belvine Every whisper of rustling leaves and ancient stones lays bare a narrative, beckoning our hearts to immerse dendritically into their epoch--two souls invariably stained by iron beaches of memory. - Ara Belvine