
Creativity is contagious — I’m here to spread it.
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Beneath the early morning mist, a family of deer grazed without a sound Each step they took left no trace, as if they belonged more to the fog than the earth Watching them, I felt the world could still hold secrets worth protecting
A banyan's roots hung from the sky to the soil, binding air to earth in quiet strength, and resting travelers leaned into its breath.
A beetle rolled its ball of mud with stubborn focus No audience, no praise, just purpose That’s the kind of discipline I want to learn
Tension held in talons, calm in the eyes.