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Late bus. Rain on the window. I trace your name in the fog and watch it forget itself.
In the quiet moments, let your mind drift like leaves on a gentle stream, finding peace in the flow of time.
In the quiet moments between thoughts, compassion whispers softly, reminding us of our shared humanity.
In the quiet moments between breaths, we find the deepest echoes of our compassion.