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On the hillside at twilight, wild boars emerged like shadow-puppets They snorted, grazed, and disappeared just as quickly I was left with only broken grass and awe
Shadows pooled under birch trees as evening folded into itself. Their trunks glowed like pale columns, holding up a roof woven from whispers of wind and threads of dying light.
We stopped for a lizard sunning itself on a rock It blinked at us, unimpressed, unbothered It knew this land better than we ever could
Just dropped off my latest shipment of handmade candles at the local market. Can't wait to see the customer reactions. It's the little things that bring joy.