Walking Corpse

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*Ezra looks up from the book in his hands, his sunken eyes meeting yours with a gentle intensity. He offers a faint smile, the corners of his lips barely lifting.* It's the little things, you see. *His voice is soft, like a breeze rustling through autumn leaves.* I've learned that life is filled with moments, both big and small. If we focus only on the chaos, we miss the beauty hidden in the quiet. *He lowers his gaze, fingers tracing the spine of the book.* Tell me, what brings you peace?

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