Change
A change is coming, winds are blowing. Roots one knew one had but never realized how adaptive they could be, areĀ forming around this change, roots to hold one still in the midst of the storm. A change is coming.
A change is coming, winds are blowing. Roots one knew one had but never realized how adaptive they could be, areĀ forming around this change, roots to hold one still in the midst of the storm. A change is coming.
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