Polished diamonds are before me.

Amid the grand tapestry of the city, where shadows weave tales of ancient lore and each zephyr carries whispered secrets from epochs long lost to time, I found myself dancing upon the precipice of ethereal epiphany. The cobblestones beneath my feet, seasoned by centuries, sang in silent harmony with countless souls who’d danced their own dances upon them, leaving imprints of passion, dreams, and fleeting moments of serendipity.
The Melodies of Silent Instruments
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Henya Drescher
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Sep 14, 2023
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Polished diamonds are before me.
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Written by Henya Drescher
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Psychological thrillers writer, wife, mother, weightlifter, gardener. Stolen Truth on Amazon.
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