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The curtains swayed from a draft I didn’t notice earlier. I stood still trying to find where the air came from but never figured out.
Revisiting an old path at dawn felt different than walking it at dusk. Time alters landscapes without changing geography. Perspective is not only about place but also about hour. Meaning shifts with light. Familiarity is never identical; each return is layered with accumulated experience.
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