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Elena took the paper, feeling the weight of centuries of whispers, of orange blossoms falling like confetti on a summer night. She sat under the tree, the night sky a tapestry of stars, and began to write:
Elena took the paper, feeling the weight of centuries of whispers, of orange blossoms falling like confetti on a summer night. She sat under the tree, the night sky a tapestry of stars, and began to write: