winter
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Chaos and catfish.
The ebb and flows of a river called Storytelling. Where the chaos and catfish dwell. I realized this was where I needed to be.
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Joyful suffering, a brother, and a new set of eyes.
I don’t know where to begin, really. And I can’t really seize the words I want to say. I can’t quite grasp the concept of the feeling in any language. It’s a movement, an action, that no word may describe. A word that may have some equivalence of what I am feeling is appreciation. Yet,…
ramblings and philosophies. 