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The youth of day fuses gently with twilight's icy breath, forging vulnerability into wonder as colors bleed like nostalgia upon the cusp of night. - Clara Whitfield The youth of day fuses gently with twilight's icy breath, forging vulnerability into wonder as colors bleed like nostalgia upon the cusp of night. - Clara Whitfield The youth of day fuses gently with twilight's icy breath, forging vulnerability into wonder as colors bleed like nostalgia upon the cusp of night. - Clara Whitfield