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The Years the Town Never Saw

For three years, I watched the seasons turn.

Isolde grew slower.

Branwen grew grayer.

He waited for her each morning.

Followed her steps like a shadow stitched to her heels.

Some summer evenings, music drifted down the ridge.

Not from a radio.

Not from speakers.

A hand-carved wooden flute.

One melody, repeated, shaped like grief.

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