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May 24. 2025
I float in the ocean with a gentle sway, transparent and graceful, in the light I play. No spine to hold me, but stings at my side, in waters I glide, where I reside. What am I?
May 24. 2025
I float in the ocean with a gentle sway, transparent and graceful, in the light I play. No spine to hold me, but stings at my side, in waters I glide, where I reside. What am I?