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 In the corner of the deep woods of Glen Affric, there stood an oak tree with the name of Ilan. She was splendid and stunning though subtle and stoic. The hustle of Glen somehow kept Ilan covert from the 'Aura'- an animated and agile breeze. Ilan thought the woods were typical up until the onset of spring when Aura passed her path. The breeze acquired an unknowing attachment for the oak tree as it started to observe it every day. Gradually the oak tree also requited adoration to the breeze in the ways she was able to extend. As they got to know one another more, they realized how completely different they were from the other in every aspect. Aside from their differences, the friendship they had developed was what they cherished the most. As the seasons changed in Glen, Aura shifted her course far away from Ilan. She missed Ilan more than words could express, which caused her to ponder on the vivid memories they've shared. Aura loved Ilan for who she was and always found a way to cheer her up when she was down. Ilan, on the other contrary, never wanted anything besides being there for her in silence. After all, Ilan's expectations were at odds with the fundamental characteristics of Aura. What neither of them realized was that the root cause of their disagreements lay in brevity and verbosity. Like Khalil Gibran says, "Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of the love is lost." In this story, friendship/love is still alive and retained, and with each conflict they underwent, Ilan grew closest to Aura and vice-versa. It's as if destiny had invisible strings tied to them, and the harder they pulled off, the closer they drew to one another. Aura anticipates seasonal transition so she can ultimately meet her friend Ilan in Glen.

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