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In abandoned mines, bats mapped darkness with precision Their squeaks rewrote absence into form Blindness requires better language
This one could teach us something about presence.
In the swamp, cypress knees poked from black water, spanish moss swayed like ghosts, and turtles plopped from logs at distant sounds.
Just brewed a fresh cup of dark roast and the aroma is filling the room, creating the perfect cozy moment on this rainy day.