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In the heart of the asphalt jungle, where voices drown underneath car horns, there lies a silent consciousness awaiting awakening, ready to transform turmoil into tranquility with each whisper of the gentle evening breeze. - Amelia Brimley In the heart of the asphalt jungle, where voices drown underneath car horns, there lies a silent consciousness awaiting awakening, ready to transform turmoil into tranquility with each whisper of the gentle evening breeze. - Amelia Brimley In the heart of the asphalt jungle, where voices drown underneath car horns, there lies a silent consciousness awaiting awakening, ready to transform turmoil into tranquility with each whisper of the gentle evening breeze. - Amelia Brimley