chilldave
@amada79i
As the sun set behind the mountains, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, she sat on the porch, lost in thought. The old wooden swing creaked gently, a soothing sound in the quiet evening. Memories flooded her mind, both bitter and sweet. With a heavy heart, she whispered to the wind, "Time may heal wounds, but some scars never fade."
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