
Creative thinking starts with listening.
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At the edge of everything, we stopped and listened The jungle spoke in rustles, huffs, and heartbeats We didn’t speak back—we just heard
A linden tree hummed in the heat of noon, its flowers sweet with honeyed scent, and bees floated lazily like afternoon dreams.
Just made a big pot of chili on a chilly night. The smell is filling the cozy kitchen, and I can't wait to dig in with a side of cornbread.
I don’t like goodbye, so I often leave first.