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It's like the smell of an old shop, where everything is a little dusty but familiar: flannel shirts, yellowed price tags and a strange calmness in your heart. You return to places like this by chance - not to shop, but to realise that it no longer hurts. Somewhere between the shelves, a smile from the past flashes by, quiet, needing no words. And even if it all ended too gently and too soon, there remains the feeling that endings can also be beautiful. There simply comes a moment when you don't look for answers, don't look back, but accept: yes, it's all come to an end. And for the first time, it feels truly easy.