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In the quiet corners of a bustling world, where whispers of forgotten tales linger…
I find solace in the spaces between moments, where the echoes of history softly call…
Each step, a waltz through the corridor of time, where the river of history meanders and rushes…
Beneath the city’s neon façade, there lies a deeper pulse, a heartbeat that transcends the frenzy of today…
In the hidden alcoves, I seek the stories that echo through the ages, tales of love, loss, and unquenchable dreams…
Through my lens, I glimpse a world that endures, a world that resonates with the timeless ache of the human spirit…
And here, amidst the ebb and flow of life, I find fragments of a narrative that stretches far beyond the limits of now…
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If you would like me to read this to you…
∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼ 
This makes me think so much of Blade Runner with the descriptiveness. But it tells so much more story. The stories of the unseen people. I love this. Another amazing piece Christina. It amazes me how you keep coming up with them.
Thank you for sharing it.
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Blade Runner, that’s a most high compliment indeed! Thank you, so much for your thoughts. They’re always so appreciated!
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