The smell of fresh, baked apple pie from the kitchen filled the entire house this evening, a warm and comforting scent that reminds me of my childhood and the love of my mother, who used to make pie for me every Sunday.
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Be a voice, not an echo.
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Words left unwritten are just as powerful as those on the page, hanging in the air like promises waiting to be kept.
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