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In the stillness of the night, a whisper calls A book, an axe, to break the frozen walls. Within our hearts, a sea of ice does lie, Silent, cold, beneath the starless sky. Stories told, with ink and paperās might, Illuminate the dark, bring forth the light. A book, a beacon, in the frozen sea, Unlocks the soul, sets the spirit free. 5 replies
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