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Jan 27. 2026
Born without breath, yet I sigh through the land, I forget where I started, I remember no end. I twist without turning, I run without feet, I carry the sky, yet drown what I meet. What am I?
Jan 27. 2026
Born without breath, yet I sigh through the land, I forget where I started, I remember no end. I twist without turning, I run without feet, I carry the sky, yet drown what I meet. What am I?