In the old elderflower’s shade, a young traveler found solace in his foolish chant, weaving flaming notes of love and longing. As his tender voice grew into a deep song of thrill and shiver, he couldn’t help but feel the presence of a higher power. The Lord up high spun a wisp of hurt, unseen silver, adding a touch of mystery to the traveler’s quest for true love and understanding.
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