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In the quiet expire of daylights spent, it's not always the grand storms perish our aspirations but discreet moments -- two fingers swiping tenderness on rough edges remembered less than they were forged. - Elara Waters In the quiet expire of daylights spent, it's not always the grand storms perish our aspirations but discreet moments -- two fingers swiping tenderness on rough edges remembered less than they were forged. - Elara Waters In the quiet expire of daylights spent, it's not always the grand storms perish our aspirations but discreet moments -- two fingers swiping tenderness on rough edges remembered less than they were forged. - Elara Waters