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The ground was covered with fallen leaves, each one carrying the memory of a season that had already passed. As I walked, I thought of you — how love, like leaves, sometimes falls quietly, leaving behind silence and longing. The trees will bloom again, but until then, I sit with the emptiness, waiting for the season when our paths meet once more.
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