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Dec 28. 2025
You may draw me, open me, hide in my folds. I am who you think to call at the end of a show. I offer you darkness, I shield you from prying eyes, I move aside for the sun to glow.
Dec 28. 2025
You may draw me, open me, hide in my folds. I am who you think to call at the end of a show. I offer you darkness, I shield you from prying eyes, I move aside for the sun to glow.