They mourned, yes, but their sorrow was a river that nourished the roots of tomorrow. Lament was their song, a melody of what was lost but also of what was gained in the losing.
Lament — Their grief was a garden where new understanding bloomed, bright and bold against the soil of sadness.
⸱ From their tears, a river of life flowed, each drop a source of renewal, nurturing the growth of something new amidst the ashes of loss ⸱
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