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There is a wheel. This wheel is an anchor, and a yoke. It goes round and carries us. It has been going            forever. There is a ring of fire under it. Sometimes you see the flames from the wheel. They speak to you of warning, memory, truth, like a whisper from a mirror. The wheel keeps going. You carry it.
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Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 8:18 AM UTC
Your father, part 2
There is a wheel. This wheel is an anchor, and a yoke. It goes round and carries us. It has been going            forever. There is a ring of fire under it. Sometimes you see the flames from the wheel. They speak to you of warning, memory, truth, like a whisper from a mirror. The wheel keeps going. You carry it.
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39/M/London, UK
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 8:18 AM UTC
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