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The parlor room of the Grand Hotel felt almost haunted in its stillness, the absence of its usual lively chatter rendering it both serene and unsettling. Wingback chairs and plush sofas sat expectantly, their fabric untouched, their inviting cushions seemingly longing for the weight of conversation and laughter. Yet, as the hours passed, this calm was overtaken by a resurgence of life, the ebb replaced by a flood. Guests spilled onto the expansive deck, the wooden planks creaking under the joyous weight of their gathering. The quiet was but an interlude, a brief moment for the Grand Hotel to hold its breath before exhaling into its vibrant pulse once more.
Weekly prompt: Emptiness
From the archives . . . Photo captured October 4, 2016.
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