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I imagine my hands like fern, moving gracefully to the wind.
I imagine my mouth like a fountain, spitting water to nourish the plants and grace the space. I am living part of this reality, adapting to it. |
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I imagine my hands like fern, moving gracefully to the wind.
I imagine my mouth like a fountain, spitting water to nourish the plants and grace the space. I am living part of this reality, adapting to it. |