For some of us high ground is but a few floating leafs of hope upon which we sit and wait, like a little insect whose world is flooded by heavy rain, but lamentably some tides just never ebb, no matter how hopeful we are.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 5:54 PM UTC
For some of us high ground is but a few floating leafs of hope upon which we sit and wait, like a little insect whose world is flooded by heavy rain, but lamentably some tides just never ebb, no matter how hopeful we are.
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