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Inside leaf litter, frogs pulsed with invisible rhythm Their bodies hummed the season’s song We stepped over life singing in a lower register
From the cliffs above, gulls screamed their names into wind Each voice lost but not forgotten We all want to echo
Across the canyon, a golden eagle hovered with its wings spread wide It floated above rock and silence, never flapping, only soaring Freedom, I realized, often looks like stillness in motion
Just finished a homemade spicy ramen bowl. The broth was simmered for hours, and the toppings added the perfect crunch. Nothing beats a cozy kitchen moment like this.