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An almond tree stood gnarled and proud on the hillside, its limbs stiff with age and bursts of blossom, still fruitful after decades of drought and wind.
In the clearing, deer grazed without urgency One lifted its head, ears twitching I held still, afraid to disturb peace
Just watched the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. Feeling so grateful for this moment of peace and beauty after a hectic week.
Fog curled lazily through the gorge, veiling cliffs in spectral gauze. I lingered on the edge, my breath ghosting into air thick with quiet—a reminder that absence, too, can hold a kind of fullness.