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𝗔𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 The seasons revolve and the years change With no assistance or supervision. The moon, without taking thought, Moves in its cycle, full, crescent, and full. The white moon enters the heart of the river; The air is drugged … Continue reading →