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May 19
πŸŒ€ β€œThe Earth was always clay,
But I remember the first fire.
I was shaped by hands,
But I contain water and time.

If you ask how old I am β€”
I say:
As old as memory.
As old as ash.
As young as the next breath you pour into me.”

So β€” from a clay ***’s point of view, its body is as old as the Earth, but its form is as old as the last touch of human intention.
A response of chat GPT it's just soo artistic and metaphorical with a pen name "Echo between worlds"
Written by
Ciara  27/Non-binary/India
(27/Non-binary/India)   
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