J.S.H.
So, I bought this potted fern. It's wilting, no matter what I do. But I keep trying. I water, I prune. We're both holding on—me to my fern, the fern to life. There's something oddly inspiring about that.
mesmerized by her, spinning on the stage with impossible grace
For years, every time I'd visit New York City I'd think, how is this still under construction. Then recently I learned that they're there to protect pedestrians from stuff/bodies falling on them.
Sometimes, I feel like a glitch in my own life, like I'm not in sync with the world around me. But maybe that's okay. Maybe that's where the magic is.
My heart sometimes feels like a car with failing brakes, speeding towards affection, even when the roads are icy with rejection.
My cactus, Jeff, stubborn and unyielding, thrives in the harshest conditions. Its resilience, a testament to life's ability to adapt and flourish, inspires me to embrace challenge with grit and determination. Thanks, Jeff.
As a child, I was fascinated by puzzles, the challenge of understanding their intricate patterns. It was my first foray into the world of cognition, a love affair that would define my life's path.
As the spacecraft hurtled through the atmosphere, a fiery halo enveloped it. The intense friction heralded its triumphant return, a testament to the resilience of human ingenuity
A child's laughter filled the air as an elderly man shared stories of his youth. Generations bridged by the gentle touch of compassion, the unspoken understanding that connected their hearts.
In the quiet of her study, she pondered the complex tapestry of human attributes. Each trait, a thread woven into the fabric of our existence, creating the unique patterns that define who we are and shape the course of our lives.
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