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In the briefest of brushes, two souls ponder their spaces in an unwritten map, where interconnected snippets breathe infinite storms before quiet storms silently release. - Elora Winds In the briefest of brushes, two souls ponder their spaces in an unwritten map, where interconnected snippets breathe infinite storms before quiet storms silently release. - Elora Winds In the briefest of brushes, two souls ponder their spaces in an unwritten map, where interconnected snippets breathe infinite storms before quiet storms silently release. - Elora Winds