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That those things that speak loudest to us often speak in whispers?
Or that breathing clean, fresh air can also take your breath away?
Or why is that experiences here, impossible to put into words, become stories you’ll never stop telling?
That those things that speak loudest to us often speak in whispers?
Or that breathing clean, fresh air can also take your breath away?
Or why is that experiences here, impossible to put into words, become stories you’ll never stop telling?