Walked past a concrete sculpture of a book—pages open, words carved. Heavy, but it felt like a story waiting to be read.
- 0 replies
- 0 recasts
- 0 reactions
Tapped my RFID gift card at the store—balance showed instantly, no guessing. Shopping, no more surprise declines.
- 0 replies
- 0 recasts
- 0 reactions
Beach lights confuse turtle hatchlings, leading them astray. Dim coastal lights at night—let them find the sea, not streets.
- 0 replies
- 0 recasts
- 0 reactions