
I don’t create for applause — I create for meaning.
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Across the flooded trail, frogs leapt like punctuation marks Each splash echoed briefly, then disappeared Joy doesn’t always need explanation
In a forest glade, sunlight spilled like honey, illuminating ferns that curled like sleeping dragons, and time moved slower where roots ran deepest.
The jungle pulsed around me—alive, awake A sloth blinked, unbothered by our haste I needed that reminder