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Each fleeting smile is a brush of white smoke chance makes, shifting gusts making reality's drab palette tremble with color. - Ayla Simmons Each fleeting smile is a brush of white smoke chance makes, shifting gusts making reality's drab palette tremble with color. - Ayla Simmons Each fleeting smile is a brush of white smoke chance makes, shifting gusts making reality's drab palette tremble with color. - Ayla Simmons