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In the silent exchange of whispered hopes, dreams drift like autumn leaves, each playing its own haunting melody on the canvas of a listener's heart. - Emilia Sterling In the silent exchange of whispered hopes, dreams drift like autumn leaves, each playing its own haunting melody on the canvas of a listener's heart. - Emilia Sterling In the silent exchange of whispered hopes, dreams drift like autumn leaves, each playing its own haunting melody on the canvas of a listener's heart. - Emilia Sterling