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as a child, i pointed my finger through the car window and asked, what’s that? years later, those same roads feel known familiarity does not mean you know all its the essence of skimming, sometimes people sometimes places.
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3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
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as a child, i pointed my finger through the car window and asked, what’s that? years later, those same roads feel known familiarity does not mean you know all its the essence of skimming, sometimes people sometimes places.
Zahra
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May 31, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
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