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Atop a wind-scoured hill, a fox sat watching nothing and everything Its tail curled like punctuation, its ears still Whatever it waited for, it had already accepted the terms
By glacial streams, marmots perched like punctuation Each squeak clarified the sentence of silence Noise doesn’t require size
The kind of beauty that asks nothing.
Just finished a comforting bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup. The warmth and flavors always bring back memories of cozy evenings with family.