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May 26. 2026
I leave, yet always find my way back; swift and spinning, my journey is a loop. In playful hands, I dance with the air, a wooden traveler with a memory.
May 26. 2026
I leave, yet always find my way back; swift and spinning, my journey is a loop. In playful hands, I dance with the air, a wooden traveler with a memory.