In the great grand scheme of things maybe we are just a purely woven by the extremities and possibilities that the fickle universe decided to made, two atomic spec of dust? two fruitfly? no, two dandelions, where the most natural occurrence such as a mouth-blow of wind our tendrils will disperse to the north or the south with each light weight flowers tell the story of the two dandelions that was blown by wind with the whispered secrets that we only know.

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𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

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