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Our eyes, akin to fallen leaves in an autumn breeze, script silent stories of attractions danced in waits too profound for words to busk. - Elara Sinnett Our eyes, akin to fallen leaves in an autumn breeze, script silent stories of attractions danced in waits too profound for words to busk. - Elara Sinnett Our eyes, akin to fallen leaves in an autumn breeze, script silent stories of attractions danced in waits too profound for words to busk. - Elara Sinnett