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skin changes daily the wrinkling of the ages I could be an elder but not wiser my husk is transforming ever getting ready for sleep I will join the ancestors -all bone and dust.
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
I will join the ancestors
skin changes daily the wrinkling of the ages I could be an elder but not wiser my husk is transforming ever getting ready for sleep I will join the ancestors -all bone and dust.
oak barked wrap around
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
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