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Jun 10. 2026
I glide on a mirror without any wheels, A coat of pure snow from my head to my heels. With a neck like an 'S' and a royal, calm grace, I rule over ripples in my watery place.
Jun 10. 2026
I glide on a mirror without any wheels, A coat of pure snow from my head to my heels. With a neck like an 'S' and a royal, calm grace, I rule over ripples in my watery place.