Silence of White Blossoms

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"In the quiet hour between day and dusk, she stood by the tree that had watched her grow.
The blossoms had opened again — pure, delicate, untouched — just like every spring before.
Yet this time, something felt different.

There was no wind, no birdsong, not even the rustle of distant leaves.
Only the blossoms spoke — in silence.

She reached out to touch one, its petal soft like a memory she had almost forgotten.
A memory of laughter echoing under this same tree, hands entwined, promises whispered into petals.

Now, the promises were gone, the voices faded — but the blossoms remained.
Silent witnesses of time, blooming without question, fading without regret.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
In their silence, she heard peace.

And for a fleeting moment, she felt whole again..."