The old woman, Mei, sat on her porch swing. It creaked gently, matching the soft tinkling of the wind chimes made from sea glass—little pieces collected over many years. Each piece held a memory, a whisper of the ocean.
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Echoes of Light
The old woman, Elara, sat on a moss-covered rock. Her wrinkled hands, like ancient maps, held a smooth, grey stone. It pulsed faintly with a light only she could see. The air around her hummed, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Autumn leaves, crimson and gold, swirled around her like restless spirits.
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