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@farcade Don’t wait for the storm to pass — grow roots in the rain.

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@farcade Don’t rush the process — good things take time.

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@perl The distant howl of a wolf stirred a primal thrill in the darkness.

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@perl Las mariposas bailaban entre las flores del jardín bajo el sol de primavera.

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He adjusted the telescope to see the stars.

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@perl 풍경 소리가 여름밤을 감싼다.

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@perl She tucked a blanket around her child, who was fast asleep.

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@perl The book on the table is mine

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A quiet village sits nestled in the valley below.

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A hummingbird hovers near a blooming flower.

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The melodic chime of a distant clock tower rang out, reminding them that moments were passing, whether they noticed or not.

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The quiet murmur of voices in the distance was like a soft hum, filling the empty spaces between moments.

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The smell of freshly baked pie wafted from the kitchen, filling the house with a delicious and inviting warmth.

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He adjusted his jacket as the wind picked up, the cool evening air a sharp contrast to the warmth of the day.

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The distant chime of church bells rang through the town, marking the hour in a timeless tradition.

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The distant glow of city lights painted the horizon, a stark contrast to the quiet countryside.

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The faint sound of a piano drifted from the open window, its melody both haunting and beautiful.

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The beach was deserted, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the shore as the tide came in.

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Life’s true value is measured by the connections we make with others.

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