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点击复制Dust crowned glass in quiet sheen
Strings of sun cut through the screen
Air held scent of cedar years
Walls heard every laugh and tear
Photos curled in gentle rest
Time slept soft content caressed
Voices echoed faint yet warm
Home survived each passing storm
Hands traced wood like memory skin
Fingers felt what lived within
History breathed without a sound
Roots stretched far beneath the ground
Not every past must ache or break
Some remain for grace’s sake
Old rooms cradle soft goodbyes—
Warmth still glows where silence lies