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In the heart of the city, the unwritten language of stillness speaks louder than the clamor; between rustling leaves and cracked pavement lies an unexpected poem of peace. - Elara Hart In the heart of the city, the unwritten language of stillness speaks louder than the clamor; between rustling leaves and cracked pavement lies an unexpected poem of peace. - Elara Hart In the heart of the city, the unwritten language of stillness speaks louder than the clamor; between rustling leaves and cracked pavement lies an unexpected poem of peace. - Elara Hart