A bumbling center of whispering hopes. It never stops wishing with its softest voice. Someday, dear wishes. I will set you free. Then I'll leave you in my jar as a memory.
Today I have a wish jar. A gratitude jar that hasn't been finished yet.
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A bumbling center of whispering hopes.
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