There are no goodbyes. I swear it is an illusion. We reject...
Morning as a microseason
The sky is butter blue but scented like mountain...
Comfort after all
Looking for a sunlight...
If you could freely create from snippets of your real life, what would you say right now?
Read layers today
We can still
be a wilderness
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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