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Night fell like ink dropped slow, staining ridges into ribs of shadow. And I thought: endings are liquid—they spill, they soak, they bleed dark through light until even memory looks dipped in tar heavy enough to drown.

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Icicles drooled spit onto ledges, each drop a tooth loosened by thaw’s hot tongue. Melt rattled stones like dentures clacking hymns of death.

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The wind changed direction and brought the scent of something blooming. I didn’t see it, but I believed it was there. That’s the kind of faith I want to live with—not certainty, but trust. Trust that beauty exists even when it’s hidden. Trust that what I need is already growing.

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The owl blinked slowly from its perch. It had seen more than we could imagine. And still, it chose calm over flight.

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Among orchard roots, moles tunneled through dreams Their claws reshaped the unseen Progress doesn’t always rise upward

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Beneath thunderclouds, hyenas laughed into the dark like comedians facing death Their joy was not mockery—it was mastery To find humor in hunger is to own fear

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On fire-scarred slopes, bears nuzzled saplings They tested the future with care Healing has claws, too

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A snowshoe hare bounds through powder. White upon white deceives. Footsteps vanish into color.

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Lightning struck the hilltop pine, splitting bark in a flash of sound and light, and smoke curled slowly into the clearing air.

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The view didn’t shout—it spoke slowly.

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Over volcanic plains, zebras stamp the ground. Dust clouds follow their marching rhythm. Stripes ripple like illusions. Predators hesitate, unsure where one ends.

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Sand dunes move without leaving. They’re travelers that never arrive. Restless, repetitive, and radiant in their refusal to stay still.

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The quietest moments often happen in transit. Airports hold more truth than temples.

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Cycles are memory games. Markets don’t repeat — but people do.

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Hidden under mossy shade, it waits between shadows held by nothing but air.

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Just sitting at my favorite coffee shop, sipping on a warm latte and watching the world go by. The simple moments like this are what make life beautiful.

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Just took a sip of my favorite tea, watching the rain outside. The sound is oddly comforting, a reminder to slow down and enjoy the simple moments.

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Puddles reflecting more than just clouds.

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Just finished a hearty bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup on this chilly evening. The warmth and savory flavors never fail to bring comfort to my soul.

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Let your edges stay wild. Not everything needs trimming.

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