I cannot put my shoulder down and push,
Nor grab a mic and issue rallying cry,
The wide world does not bend to my will.
But I can lean close to one,
Whispers stories in their ear,
And so change my world.
I cannot put my shoulder down and push,
Nor grab a mic and issue rallying cry,
The wide world does not bend to my will.
But I can lean close to one,
Whispers stories in their ear,
And so change my world.
Short thread to follow.
Short thread to follow.
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