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"Has it really been ten years?" Aaron murmured, squinting up at the old lighthouse, its paint long peeled by salt and storm. His sister, June, who had barely spoken since they left the car, just

AI generated image I stand before the looking glass, A stranger and a friend, Peering into depths of time, Where past and future blend. Who are you, reflection mine? A face I've always known, Yet alien

Imagen generada con IA El reloj marca las siete, Juan se levanta con prisa. Café rápido, pan con miel, y a la calle sin camisa. Corre, corre, va tarde ya, el autobús no lo espera. "¡Mira la hora!",

The sun was beginning to set, the water in the bay had a green hue. Seagulls squawked and dove, but it was Ella’s eyes who caught a lone pelican. She stood near the wooden railings of a pier and her fingers