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“The soft bonds of love are indifferent to life and death. They hold through time so that yesterday’s love is part of today’s and the confidence in tomorrow’s love is also part of today’s. And when one dies, the memory lives in the other, and is warm and breathing. And when both die - I almost believe, rationalist though I am - that somewhere it remains, indestructible and eternal, enriching all of the universe by the mere fact that once it existed.”

“The soft glow of the afternoon light fills my apartment, casting a warm embrace over everything it touches. It's 4:30 PM, and the distant hum of the city seeps through the windows, a subtle reminder of life beyond these walls. Maddie lies beside me with sunlight playing across her skin, turning it into a canvas of peaches and cream. I'm captivated by how the light accentuates her form's softness, the delicate peach fuzz that covers her, and the single white hair amidst my chest hairs that she idly twirls with her fingers. 'We've been lucky this weekend,' I murmur, the words barely a whisper, lost in the moment's tranquility. She laughs softly, a sound that fills the room with warmth. 'I'm sorry for not being quieter earlier... I hope Mrs. Halverson didn't hear.' 'I shake my head, smiling at the thought of my elderly neighbor. "She's probably out with Mr. Piffles, enjoying the afternoon.' Reluctantly, I slide out of bed, feeling the cool air against my skin. I dress quietly, aware of Maddie's gaze following me. She doesn't say anything, but we both know the weekend is drawing to a close, and reality awaits us. As I finish getting dressed, Maddie watches me silently. Then, with a playful glint in her eye, she reclines in bed, striking a pose reminiscent of Goya’s La Maja Desnuda. 'Do I compare to Pepita Tudó?' she asks, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. 'You're far prettier,' I assure her, and I mean every word.”

“The soft glow of the fairy lights in her room, the way her arm warmers covered the bandages on her wrists. She had made them herself, tiny stitches woven into the fabric like a secret, a small act of care for a body she was learning to hate.”

“The soft pit-pat of her footfalls echoed through dark hallways as she tiptoed toward the courtyard. Outside, the evening air was crisp. The fragrance of sweet osmanthus wafted across her path as crickets chirped near the burbling stream. Mulan followed a stone walkway over a bridge and under a round archway that took her out of their inner yard. A small red pagoda sat atop the hill beyond.”

“The soft scent of freshly fallen leaves tenderly permeated a forest ignited to a flaming brilliance with sizzling reds, burning oranges, and electric yellows. Yet in the midst of all of the riotous beauty the forest suddenly fell still and entirely silent. And in that moment it seemed that autumn paused in a sort of solemn reverence where it fondly recalled the leaves of summer that had set the stage for the glory of fall, while the slumber of winter would animate the buds of spring. And standing there I wondered if we should not take a moment to reflect on the fact that a season might be dark but it is only a chapter, never a story.”

“The soft, smooth substance filled her mouth. Chocolate cream, she thought. The flavor grew richer, rounder, louder with each passing second. It was like music, the notes lingering in her mind long after the sound itself had vanished. He was openly staring at her. "You eat with such concentration and intensity. And, dare I say it, joy?" Joy? The word was so foreign, especially in relation to food. It embarrassed her; she took a sip of the wine and concentrated on the way the flavors changed. She thought of music again. The sweet wine was like the trill of a flute, and suddenly the foie gras, which had reminded her more of pastry than meat, became robust, substantial.”

“The soft whisper prompts you to live a life aligned with your truest essence, your divine spirit. It is an invitation to embark on an intuitive journey of self-exploration. A life-changing discovery where you can fully express your authentic self. When you welcome a fresh start. May you shine your beautiful inner light as you make a meaningful impact on the world around you.”

“The soft wind from the south-west calls in a voice like my mother's. Italy, it whispers. Greece. Corsica, Sardinia. Its name is Sirocco, Levante, Ostrale, and sometimes even Khamaseen, and it promises magic, and freedom, and love. But that cold, clean wind from the north-north-east has a chilly charm of its own: its name is Mistral, and it calls to me in a voice I think I know; a voice I first heard when I opened the map and saw the village with my name. The voice of an unknown future. Vianne or Mother? Which will it be?”

“The softly flowing, white, and parched clouds passed by. I, colored gray, merely kept staring at them as they slowly vanished out of my sight. Onto the sand castle that I'm building from the stars I've been collecting, my faint prayer spills and drips down, as the ocean waves lying in waiting sweep and trip you up. a world of darkness. a world of silence. Although my disappearing prayer is being stirred up by the wind, I will not let that fire go out. No matter how many times I rebuild the sand castle with my frosting hands tangled up in busyness, the ocean waves lying in waiting just keep sweeping it away... ...towards you.”