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I was brewing my coffee and I didn’t know if it was my heart boiling, or the pot. A fire within, and silence without. Memories of a past life rushed in—days when worries were only as big as a cup, and dreams were as vast as a clear sky. I miss those days before the war stole our peace and left us like steam slowly vanishing. Now, the faces and the laughter have vanished, evaporating like the steam from the pot, leaving behind a hollow silence filled only by the sound of boili