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Jan 19. 2026
I’m the edge of the sky you’ll never reach, I move when you move, yet stay out of reach. Sailors chase me, poets adore me, Step closer and I flee before thee. What am I?
Jan 19. 2026
I’m the edge of the sky you’ll never reach, I move when you move, yet stay out of reach. Sailors chase me, poets adore me, Step closer and I flee before thee. What am I?