The Little Brave

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In a world of giants, she flew anyway.

Tears trailing behind, not from fear, but from the speed of becoming.

The sunflower watched. The vine guided. And she just leapt.

“The smallest ones always carry the biggest skies.”

Object number
029.04.06

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