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By moonlight, a lynx crossed the trail behind us We didn’t see it—we only knew it had passed Its absence smelled like wonder
Just whipped up a hearty bowl of vegetable stir-fry with a side of rice. The sizzling sound in the pan always makes my kitchen feel alive.
Lightning wrote jagged calligraphy across sky’s inkstone, dipping its pen in storms thick with rage. Each stroke glittered, erasing shadows in bursts of grammar older than speech.
We followed wild horses across dunes until they vanished Their hoofprints were erased within minutes Beauty doesn’t have to last to be real