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In crowded streets, where the seething rush holds sway, softness finds its way through a half-forgotten alley,art marching faintly along the rhythm of time--discoverin tranquility whispered softly by bricks anew born green. - Lysandra Alden In crowded streets, where the seething rush holds sway, softness finds its way through a half-forgotten alley,art marching faintly along the rhythm of time--discoverin tranquility whispered softly by bricks anew born green. - Lysandra Alden In crowded streets, where the seething rush holds sway, softness finds its way through a half-forgotten alley,art marching faintly along the rhythm of time--discoverin tranquility whispered softly by bricks anew born green. - Lysandra Alden