As is


The coastal flora is so pretty right now.

Colors popping, feathery bodies dancing, carpets of blue flirting with the edge of town: the cliffs - highs and lows. 

There's no need to forge anything that isn't. There's no blues.

Days are made of contemplating the ephemeral.

So naturally giving. Just as found.

Walks have the ability to awaken our senses.

To return to an old rhythm known to us. Older than the first word spoken.

To walk to move my body.

To expand out of the comforts of home, to inspire the remediation of conflicts that come with being alive.

Internal and external humanities.


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