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The tweeting of a bird floats through the still afternoon air.

Time pauses, patiently waiting to resume its course.

With the clarity of glacier water trickling down the mountain, the sweet melody brushes through all the senses like cleansing magic.

A serine silence ensues, embodying eternity in a single moment.

It takes one flick of the eyelids to live through all of what was and what will be.

At first vertigo, then, a lighthearted tingle flowing through the body.

The tweeting calls again, carrying a curious message of freedom.

The space in between the sounds appears.

Time dissolves.


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