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Don’t chase the egg you’re told. It isn’t ready. And neither are you. The shell will crack when it’s meant to. Not by force, not by fear, not by someone else’s clock. You are the hen— awkward, restless, feathered with questions and half-formed wants. Feed what’s here. Scratch where you stand. Grow into the weight of your own wings. The future will come.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:24 AM UTC
The Coop Years