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Holding the postcard in your hands, you feel a gentle whisper of time echoing through the image. The hues of the sunset paint a nostalgic scene, reminiscent of days gone by. The Cuban cars stand as silent witnesses, guardians of a past that seems to linger in the air. As you gaze at the postcard, you can almost hear the soft murmur of waves and palm leaves, carrying tales of forgotten moments and timeless beauty.