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Dec 01. 2025
I am a cloud seen by the naked eye, yet I cannot fly or rise up in the sky, but you’ll often feel me somewhere on your head, from infancy to when you lie dead.
Dec 01. 2025
I am a cloud seen by the naked eye, yet I cannot fly or rise up in the sky, but you’ll often feel me somewhere on your head, from infancy to when you lie dead.