Re([bek]ah).

When beige attire carries me across green bridges to lands with breathing beings. I pause my life to be with her. she reminds me the essence of creation. this game we play together, whichever way we see fit —is ours to create.

through the low landing sun, I wrote a few autumnal words.

— 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡 -

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱
𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿,
𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲.
𝗜 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀
𝗜 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗼𝘄
𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗮 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀
“𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵, 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿”
“𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵”

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Therefore I am alive.

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(spent a few hours on the trails. thinking or overthinking? enough to work up an appetite and enjoy my lunch box)

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