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By torchlight, raccoons scuttled through campsites like scholars of trash Their paws investigated with purpose, their eyes gleamed with mischief They weren’t thieves—they were curators of our carelessness
Near the watering hole, hyenas sang like broken bells Their laughter fractured the hush Even scavengers know ceremony
Just enjoyed a warm bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup on this chilly afternoon. The perfect comfort food for this cozy day at home.
A masterclass in stillness.