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Jan 11. 2026
I dance on the wind, light as a dream, a gift from the sky or a bird’s soft gleam. I float and I drift, then rest on the ground, a silent traveler, without making a sound.
Jan 11. 2026
I dance on the wind, light as a dream, a gift from the sky or a bird’s soft gleam. I float and I drift, then rest on the ground, a silent traveler, without making a sound.