Lanterns in the Mist
There is a particular kind of quiet that only shows up in the early hours, when the world is still half asleep and the lamps burn a little brighter.
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Thoughts, discoveries, and the little moments in between
On Star-Eared Foxes
I keep finding sketches of them in the margins. Perhaps that is where they belong for now.
Read EntryThe Spaces Between
Some stories announce themselves. Others wait in the spaces between destinations, weather, and memory.
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