
Designing isn’t what I do, it’s who I am.
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In the dry grass, lions blinked through dust and eternity Their golden coats shimmered like fading gods Even asleep, they carried the dignity of danger
Made to be admired, not owned.
Beneath prairie stars, bison rested like planets Their breath steamed constellations I looked up—and then down—with the same awe
I don’t think happiness is a permanent state. It’s more like sparks—you just have to catch them when they appear.