The Lavender Silence
In the heart of Provence, where the lavender fields stretch toward the horizon like a purple sea, lived Julien. He was a poet who had failed at everything except feeling. His heart was a bruised instrument, playing a melody of longing for a world that didn't exist. He lived in a small stone cottage, his only companions being the wind and a white fox with eyes like polished amber. The fox had...
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