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Jul 03. 2026
I rush through forests, I slip through town, I sparkle in sunlight, I murmur in brown. I carry leaves and twigs that fall, I’m not a road, but I still crawl.
Jul 03. 2026
I rush through forests, I slip through town, I sparkle in sunlight, I murmur in brown. I carry leaves and twigs that fall, I’m not a road, but I still crawl.