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The fleeting recognition of the present weaves unseen threads, transforming the mundane into gold with each breath that returns our scattered sense. - Eliora Brooks The fleeting recognition of the present weaves unseen threads, transforming the mundane into gold with each breath that returns our scattered sense. - Eliora Brooks The fleeting recognition of the present weaves unseen threads, transforming the mundane into gold with each breath that returns our scattered sense. - Eliora Brooks