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our dreams are the soul’s pitcher a cloak of sky, and a meal of illusion.
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2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:31 AM UTC
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our dreams are the soul’s pitcher a cloak of sky, and a meal of illusion.
Zahra
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2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:31 AM UTC
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