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Elijah's window, a portal to the past and future,

Elijah's window, a portal to the past and future, stands in a room bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Its frame, ancient and intricately carved, bears the marks of time—stories etched in wood. The glass, clear as a spring morning, is a canvas for the sun’s farewell, capturing hues of amber and rose. Through this window, the world outside transforms into a living poem. The sky, a vast expanse of deepening blue, is speckled with the first stars of evening, whispering secrets of the cosmos. The horizon blurs, blending the silhouette of distant mountains with the soft veil of mist rising from the earth. A solitary tree, gnarled and wise, stands sentinel just beyond the pane. Its branches, like arms outstretched, cradle the memories of seasons past—each leaf a verse, each knot a stanza. In the breeze, they murmur lullabies and legends, a chorus of nature’s enduring song. As shadows lengthen, the window reflects an inner world. It is a mirror of contemplation, where thoughts drift like clouds, forming and reforming, an ever-changing tapestry of mind and spirit. Here, dreams take flight, unhindered by the constraints of reality, and the soul finds solace in the gentle ebb and flow of time. Elijah's window is not just a view, but a journey—a passage to a realm where every glance is a story, every moment a cherished memory. It is a threshold between the mundane and the mystical, where the heart learns to see with the eyes of a poet. ©Seraphine Lumiere #sad_quotes elijah's window
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Seraphine Lumiere

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