MLMM Wordle #257

I hope, not pretend, sitting here, quieting my tongue, basking in the luminous shine of a warm sun, when my thoughts mix an elixir. Maybe this will lead to the crumbs of proprioception left in my limbs and rejuvenate them to action. The original cicatrix remains, but a wish can last a lifetime.


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