Thoughts on January after a rainy walk

The warm liquid trickles down my throat, as my fingers slowly come back to life. In their excitement, they have asked the nervous system to light up some fireworks. Mistakenly, my brain translates this into a tingly pain.

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A letter to my future self

A letter to my future self

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The weekend that rekindled my love for pottering

The weekend that rekindled my love for pottering

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