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In the shadow of boulders, porcupines lumbered like forgotten metaphors They held danger in stillness, safety in solitude Armor evolves from need, not arrogance
The ash tree stood blackened but proud, scorched by fire yet alive with buds, and nature’s stubbornness breathed beneath the bark.
Just whipped up a spicy stir-fry for dinner tonight. The sound of sizzling veggies always makes me feel at home. Bon appétit!
Sunsets don’t conclude—they confess. A day’s worth of light leaking into sky in apology and awe. Even the clouds seem to bow.