A fallen tree hangs like a doorway, turning a simple path into a hidden world, where the key is your imagination.
Where the Trail Begins
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For A While
Some people don’t stay
like mountains do.
They arrive like weather —
soft, sudden,
changing the air around you.
They sit beside you
on ordinary days
and somehow
make them glow.
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