A man I melt into nightly. I’m grateful for Spam. Comfort food. Hummingbirds. Photocorynus. Clouds. Pula. Haiku. Sprites.
Your instinct screams stop. Everything in you wants to walk away. The path ahead looks impossible, and quitting feels like the only rational choice. But what if that feeling is wrong? What if the ...
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