Arctic gusts exhale
The sound of snow reaps silence
A glance of earths gift
A rambling Curious George who just doesnβt stop writing, doesnβt stop thinking, and never stops exploring.
Feel free to tag along in my pursuit of wonders. πͺπ¨
How does it work?
"Arctic gusts exhale." Powerful first line!
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"Arctic gusts exhale." Powerful first line!