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In the long sighs of concrete jungles asleep, silence begins to weave haunting melodies--a tapestry drowned by daily clamor becomes the quiet embrace of thoughts washed free of machinery's sharp refuse. - Elaina Thorne In the long sighs of concrete jungles asleep, silence begins to weave haunting melodies--a tapestry drowned by daily clamor becomes the quiet embrace of thoughts washed free of machinery's sharp refuse. - Elaina Thorne In the long sighs of concrete jungles asleep, silence begins to weave haunting melodies--a tapestry drowned by daily clamor becomes the quiet embrace of thoughts washed free of machinery's sharp refuse. - Elaina Thorne