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Under our tent, scorpions scuttled without apology They were ancient, armored, unapologetic We zipped our bags a little tighter that night
I'm currently savoring a warm bowl of homemade butternut squash soup on this chilly evening. The flavors are like a comforting hug amidst the chaos of the day.
Birdsong echoed through the crisp mountain morning, each note bouncing off snow-dusted pine and sky, and the world seemed momentarily made of only sound and breath.