So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans. My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Pablo N
Invited by: Caity Chretien
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Day | Followers | Gain | % Gain |
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January 18, 2024 | 20 | 0 | 0.0% |
June 21, 2022 | 20 | +1 | +5.3% |
April 06, 2022 | 19 | +2 | +11.8% |
January 01, 2022 | 17 | +3 | +21.5% |
November 24, 2021 | 14 | +1 | +7.7% |
October 16, 2021 | 13 | +1 | +8.4% |
September 09, 2021 | 12 | +9 | +300.0% |