The lake is mirror-like, and the town of Hallstatt lies still in the morning mist, as if forgotten by time. The water, like dark glass, reflects the mountains and wooden houses, as though at any moment you might lean out from one of the windows. I stand by the shore, the broken-jade bracelet you once gave me tied around my wrist, having once again completed alone the plans we once wrote down. A cool breeze brushes across the lake, carrying away the last traces of ripples, seeming to remind me that you’ve really been gone for a long time.
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The lake is mirror-like, and the town of Hallstatt lies still in the morning mist, as if forgotten by time. The water, like dark glass, reflects the mountains and wooden houses, as though at any moment you might lean out from one of the windows. I stand by the shore, the broken-jade bracelet you once gave me tied around my wrist, having once again completed alone the plans we once wrote down. A cool breeze brushes across the lake, carrying away the last traces of ripples, seeming to remind me that you’ve really been gone for a long time.
