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The colors of the world bloomed behind him, yet his smile outshone them all. In the quiet glow of afternoon light, he carried a warmth that could not be painted. Every glance spoke of hope, every breath whispered of gentle dreams. In that fleeting moment, he became a living part of the art itself.
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so good π
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