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It seems nature’s dance, both unserious and unbound, tends to mimic the rhythm that between us we found. It pushes and pulls like the moon’s subtle glare, washing up on the shore what was once never there.
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Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 10:45 PM UTC
Dance
It seems nature’s dance, both unserious and unbound, tends to mimic the rhythm that between us we found. It pushes and pulls like the moon’s subtle glare, washing up on the shore what was once never there.
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Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 10:45 PM UTC
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