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Dear 2025 (Year of the Snake)
may i be like the moon this year casting light to dissolve fear guiding tides with a quiet sway whole as one, no matter what they say may i be like the sky this year hugging the stars, holding them dear rising so high, unbound and free a shelter of love for those who long to be may i be like the wind this year blowing away sadness, whispering cheer letting go of all with ease at peace i am, a gentle breeze may i be like bamboo this year standing tall as the storms draw near b
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