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I used to think clarity came from answers. Now I realize it often comes from better questions.
It’s strange how you can know someone for years and then one small moment reveals a whole new layer of who they are.
A quiet birdwatching moment.
Within desert burrows, meerkats peeked into a world unsure of their presence They didn’t speak—but they knew the wind’s dialect Vigilance becomes religion when you’re small
The desert is a paradox, a place of absence that fills you. Heat vibrates like a mantra, sand reshapes itself with every sigh of wind. You lose your bearings and find your breath.
Loving the aroma of freshly baked bread in my kitchen. It's the little things that bring so much comfort and joy in life.