The Waiting Tree
I was a mile into the forest when I spotted it. A waiting tree. A giant oak if you will. On its branches sat a… Read More »The Waiting Tree
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Beauty, it seems, is transitory.
Living in Florida, I am drawn to nature’s constant coming together and falling apart. The beauty is quieter here, revealed only when you get up… Read More »Beauty, it seems, is transitory.
Ways to say it. Some short non-AI sentences to help you get started.
How you interpret the world is custom to you. I find getting started can be the hardest part. Once I’m into it I’ll keep going.… Read More »Ways to say it. Some short non-AI sentences to help you get started.