Sunday, December 8, 2024

Wild



Do you ever drive in traffic and look around and slowly pass places that are usually blurs and notice all the intricacies, all the lines, all the vines, all the leaves and pines, growing there? Just that's the place where they landed and so that's the place where they're growing and they will just continuously stretch into the sun and drink the rain. 

The wild is so resilient. 

And the wild is so generous. 

And the wild is an inspiration to me and perhaps to you because no matter what, it just keeps on growing. 

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