Each morning, reborn.
Deeper, wider, more certain.
This is me, mine and yours.
We are all so many things at once.
Each morning, reborn.
Deeper, wider, more certain.
This is me, mine and yours.
We are all so many things at once.
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her submission is worth nothing when she submits to anything
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