Taste: roasted Saigon cinnamon
Sight: points of bright green lichen, alien plants
Sound: thinking; pouring rain
Smell: nutty, roasted Saigon cinnamon, compost, "organics"
Touch: pages of a book; misting rain; wet hands
Extra:
Sight: points of bright green lichen, alien plants
Sound: thinking; pouring rain
Smell: nutty, roasted Saigon cinnamon, compost, "organics"
Touch: pages of a book; misting rain; wet hands
Extra:
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
"We were both broken, but we were both getting better. Which maybe everyone is." — Sam J. Miller, The Art of StarvingGrateful for: solarpunk, friends, The World of Wakanda, "a lifelong advocate for social change," spices, pepper, salt
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