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Great Blue Heron
The trail was muddy that day, wet from recent snow and rain. I only hesitated a moment at the threat of damp socks before forging ahead—consequences be damned. I nestled into the rocks along the riverbank and found myself deep in contemplation. All the overwhelming loss these past few months: family, friends, my job, literal… Continue reading
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Follow The River
As I trudged through the mud of yesterday’s downpour, my heart whispered, “keep going.” I had my doubts as I looked ahead. The path appeared blocked, impassable, a dead end. The wind blew wildly, drying the earth with each audacious gust. The shushing sound of dancing, yellowed reed grass entranced me. The creaking, moaning stretches… Continue reading
Chaos Witch Rising 