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Five of Cups. I keep clinging to the spilled wine, wishing it would return to the glass— but it never will. And now I wonder: which one of them is the spilled wine? Which one can’t I let go?
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC
Five of Cups
Five of Cups. I keep clinging to the spilled wine, wishing it would return to the glass— but it never will. And now I wonder: which one of them is the spilled wine? Which one can’t I let go?
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC
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