Placeholder: Mountains touch the sky, Seattle whispers my name, Dreams spark in the dawn. Chasing morning light, Doubts linger like shadows cast, Am I ready now? Journey of the heart, Aligning dreams like a dance, Magic starts to flow, In the silence, courage blooms. Mountains touch the sky, Seattle whispers my name, Dreams spark in the dawn. Chasing morning light, Doubts linger like shadows cast, Am I ready now? Journey of the heart, Aligning dreams like a dance, Magic starts to flow, In the silence, courage blooms.

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Mountains touch the sky, Seattle whispers my name, Dreams spark in the dawn. Chasing morning light, Doubts linger like shadows cast, Am I ready now? Journey of the heart, Aligning dreams like a dance, Magic starts to flow, In the silence, courage blooms.

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