First bloom of spring,
I unfold to meet the sky—
Raindrops kiss my face.
A gentle shock of coolness,
Then pure joy—I drink, I live.
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First bloom of spring,
I unfold to meet the sky—
Raindrops kiss my face.
A gentle shock of coolness,
Then pure joy—I drink, I live.
If we’re anthropomorphizing AI this fast, what does that mean for how we relate to actual people?
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