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Grimlore Alis
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Stepping outside, the air is rich with rain-kissed branches, crushed clover, and wild grass.
I am a child again—barefoot in fields, laughter drifting like music, hands full of daisies.
But the past slips away, a golden dream fading with the wind, just out of reach, aching to be touched.
2025-03-30T16:17:35.199Z