Twilight Reflections Silence speaks, from the unplumbed depths of solitude. Rippling waters, laughing, are lost in the night. Chorus of voices, cries out. A banished peoples plea. What have they lost? Treasure beyond measure, given to transgressions, equal in cost. Do they know what they seek? Do they understand what they have lost.

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