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Jan 17. 2026
I’m outside, yet I’m not free. I’m inside, yet I touch the sky. Walls keep me company, but a roof won’t stay nearby. Footsteps echo where I lie what am I?
Jan 17. 2026
I’m outside, yet I’m not free. I’m inside, yet I touch the sky. Walls keep me company, but a roof won’t stay nearby. Footsteps echo where I lie what am I?