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…teps. And as the symphony of his brush moved in an emotional ballet of color and emotion, I gasped. In the tapestry of his age-lined face, the wisdom etched in his hands, and the depth of his gaze, I found a haunting echo — a mirror reflecting an uncharted version of me.
Nour Boustani
Nevena Pascaleva
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So familiar. My unlived dream....
A writer of evocative fiction and introspective personal essays. Owner of the publication "Tales of Blue".
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