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Mar 01. 2026
I crown your drink, I cushion your rest, I gather in waves on the ocean’s crest. Light as air, yet seen by all, what am I that forms and falls?
Mar 01. 2026
I crown your drink, I cushion your rest, I gather in waves on the ocean’s crest. Light as air, yet seen by all, what am I that forms and falls?