Working the kinks out

"Be grateful it wasn't you."

"The forest is a powerful ally to have."

There's a new Starbucks down the street. There's always a new Starbucks down the street.

The mountains are alive. No one mentions it. They don't have to.

The mountain is out. You try to ignore that it looks closer today.

You stare out the window into the fog and wonder what it hides.

The ocean knows better than to try and take you.

I can't sleep. The waves sound closer than usual.

The ringing in your ears that comes with absolute silence.

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