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On certain days, I wake up in the dark and forget about my search for a moment.
I lie there, listening.
Not due to footsteps, loss, or previous discomfort..
But for peace.
Most of the time, I hear it.
In the quiet confines of my dwelling.
Breathing in my daughter's lungs. "...
Keeping in mind the echo of my mother's laugh.?
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