Lightning and thunder
The ocean
The mountains
The smell of rain
Lake Superior
A good book
The depth of autumn
A long drive to nowhere
Sitting alone at a café
Finding similar souls and vibing
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In My Dreams
I am the horizon, where the sea meets the sky, and the mountains reach the heavens. Time slows down, and I slip between the seconds, where i...
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From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: Aulasy: n. The sadness that there’s no way to convey a powerful memory to people who weren’t there a...
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Three am is the hour of creative souls - Poets, dreamers, artists, writers - People whose feelings, views, thoughts - How they see th...
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No. We’ve served long enough. Enough in free labor, in the form of maid, laundry service, cook, caretaker. Broken down and beaten, ignored, ...
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