seems fitting spring begins here the origin of life
sometimes I’m quick to snuff it out sometimes I let it burn but there’s always that ash sticking to the soles of my shoes the gritty tracks follow me for days
“Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world” ~ John Muir
I prefer the messiness of real life
“He’s a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.” ~ Stephen Chbosky
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