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I wonder if we ever fully know ourselves or if we’re constantly evolving strangers to our own reflection. Maybe both are true.
Sometimes I think my phone is my best friend. it never judges, just overhears everything.
“Help me, I only know breaststroke ��.”
By torchlight, frogs gathered in puddles with eerie confidence Each one croaked its presence into the night Together, they made the darkness feel musical
Mountains reclined like sleeping beasts under quilts of mist, their breath steaming valleys in slow sighs. I pressed my palm to earth’s pulse, feeling its lullaby vibrate through stone bones.
A family of meerkats stood like statues on red earth Eyes scanning, ears twitching, hearts alert I admired how they faced the world—together
Where the wild returns to reclaim.