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The rain fell softly, like a constant sigh, caressing the leaves of the garden. Through the large window, the fresh scent of the wet earth mixed with the perfume of the flowers climbing the vines. Inside the room, the warm light of candles danced on the wooden furniture, painting delicate shadows on the walls. Sitting by the window, with a steaming cup of tea in her hands, she watched the drops slide down the glass as if each one carried a souvenir. The distant sound of the wind and the tinkling of the water formed a serene, almost hypnotic melody. There was calm, but also an air of melancholy that made everything feel... alive.
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The rain fell softly, like a constant sigh, caressing the leaves of the garden. Through the large window, the fresh scent of the wet earth mixed with the perfume of the flowers climbing the vines. Inside the room, the warm light of candles danced on the wooden furniture, painting delicate shadows on the walls. Sitting by the window, with a steam...Read more