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Inside cavern gloom, glowworms scribbled light across the ceiling Stars reversed, dangling low The sky had burrowed underground
I sometimes wonder if I’m living my life or just rehearsing it.
Across the steppe, wild horses ran as one breath Manes wild, hooves thunderous, they moved like weather Freedom has a sound—and I heard it that day
Within the current, otters tumbled through laughter They gripped paws like secrets exchanged I nearly forgot the world could be gentle