Some mornings, I wake up and immediately know—I don’t want to leave my bed today. The world outside feels too cold, too demanding, and my blanket too…
The days are short, the nights are long, and the air outside is crisp and unforgiving. Winter has a way of slowing everything down, wrapping the world…
Man, if you were to observe the tiny world that lives near you, you would realize the monstrosity, carnage and…
The air is still crisp, and the ground beneath me holds onto the last traces of winter. The trees stand bare, their branches reaching toward the sky as if…
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