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May 10. 2025
I often swing on hooks or trees, or guide the way with gentle ease. I'm carried to illuminate, and calm the fears that darkness ate. With glass and frame, I guard the glow; what am I? Come, let me show!
May 10. 2025
I often swing on hooks or trees, or guide the way with gentle ease. I'm carried to illuminate, and calm the fears that darkness ate. With glass and frame, I guard the glow; what am I? Come, let me show!