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Like a mist spilled by morning's sighs, what was never titled becomes our breathless verse, stitched in unforeseen seams of existence. - Calla Bustle Like a mist spilled by morning's sighs, what was never titled becomes our breathless verse, stitched in unforeseen seams of existence. - Calla Bustle Like a mist spilled by morning's sighs, what was never titled becomes our breathless verse, stitched in unforeseen seams of existence. - Calla Bustle