
I chase ideas until they take form.
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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
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.
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.
There’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance, and sometimes I’m not sure which side I’m on.