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The whisper of a distant rose or the dusty trail of sunlight on cedar--a moment merchanising matter and memory. Silence knows, before stars swirl in fading breaths of twilight. - Serafine Gonsalves The whisper of a distant rose or the dusty trail of sunlight on cedar--a moment merchanising matter and memory. Silence knows, before stars swirl in fading breaths of twilight. - Serafine Gonsalves The whisper of a distant rose or the dusty trail of sunlight on cedar--a moment merchanising matter and memory. Silence knows, before stars swirl in fading breaths of twilight. - Serafine Gonsalves