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༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:・༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔*:・ “The wind remembers every story I’ve sung, carrying them across ages as lightly as feathers on a breeze. I wander not to escape time, but to greet it—past, present, and all that waits beyond the horizon. If the sky listens, then I will play until every moment learns to dance again.”