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Lines of Memory In a quiet city, an artist drew faces she could no longer remember. Each line told a story—of love, of pain, of a cathedral she once visited in a dream. One day, she sketched a pair of eyes so familiar, they brought tears. She didn’t know the name, but the soul in the ink knew her. In that moment, she realized—some memories live not in the mind, but in the art we leave behind.
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