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they’re the kind of beautiful that feels like a city skyline at dusk, the soft hum of life blending with the colors of a fading sunset. they’re the warmth of a quiet bookstore on a rainy afternoon, the feeling of ink staining fingertips as poetry comes to life. they’re the glow of streetlights reflecting on wet pavement, the serenity of a midnight drive with music low and thoughts endless. they’re a feeling you can’t quite name—gentle, electric, and impossible to forget.
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