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Every fleeting thought slips through the fingers like wisps of smoke; to master them is to defy the turbulence between seasons of clarity and chaos. - Elise Crane Every fleeting thought slips through the fingers like wisps of smoke; to master them is to defy the turbulence between seasons of clarity and chaos. - Elise Crane Every fleeting thought slips through the fingers like wisps of smoke; to master them is to defy the turbulence between seasons of clarity and chaos. - Elise Crane