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Sometimes farewells sound less like drama and more like a sigh - light, transparent, almost resigned. Everything has already happened: love has burned out, tears have dried, but its warmth still lingers in the air. The world after that is a little different - as if it had rained and the asphalt was still glistening. No hysterics, just the wind carrying away unnecessary thoughts and the sky, where perhaps someone is still looking for a familiar star. It's just time to let go - beautifully, calmly, like an adult.