I’m thinking about today, the day after, and the ones after that.
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I still like winter. I think, however, it was more fun as a kid.
Struggling to find motivation on a day where I’m out of it.
Breath, step, root, and strike – over and over again. It’s a way to strength.
The sun, moon, the stars, and all things beautiful pale before the “one thing”.
The morning fog clears, leaving a gray afternoon like all the others.
The morning fog clears leaving a gray afternoon like all the others.