The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dust motes danced in the shaft of afternoon light, suspended in a stillness that felt less like air and more like a suspended breath. I sat on the edge of the wooden crate, my hands resting on knees that had long since lost their youthful elasticity. The valley below was a patchwork of grey and brown, the trees stripped of their leaves by the early frost that had settled over the peaks...

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