Bottle Brush

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In the distance, voices softly hum, Birds serenade in nature's drum. World whirls on, relentless pace, While I stand rooted in this space.

Amidst the chaos, I extend my hand, Overflowing with tales from this land. If only you'd pause, just for a beat, I'll share my wisdom, make our souls meet.

Co-authored by Janine Fuller and ChatGTP


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