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Jan 08. 2026
I may be small, I may be tall, I live where raindrops barely fall. I hold my water, spines like lace, a prickly plant that owns its space.
Jan 08. 2026
I may be small, I may be tall, I live where raindrops barely fall. I hold my water, spines like lace, a prickly plant that owns its space.