Friday, February 27, 2026

Walk

A walk jn the woods
A rime of joy
A time of peace
Just me and nature
Mother Earth
The home planet
Bubbling stream
Fallen logs and branches
Wind through through underbrush
Maybe pick a wild berry of rwo

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