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time sagging on your hands OH YES! grant me skin like the bark of the Oak! aged over watching the ground as I trundle around Eden once again -spring time a hundred times! to leap into all my senses as I watch and await - my own time of reaping.
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 10:26 AM UTC
to age to one hundred springs
time sagging on your hands OH YES! grant me skin like the bark of the Oak! aged over watching the ground as I trundle around Eden once again -spring time a hundred times! to leap into all my senses as I watch and await - my own time of reaping.
have a way to go to age like the bark of an Oak...what a covering that would be!
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 10:26 AM UTC
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