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Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Spirals of smoke that carry silent prayers toward ceilings frescoed by time.
ECLIXAR
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Spirals of smoke that carry silent prayers toward ceilings frescoed by time.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.