Watch the skies

I smell the forest (legit forest aroma, bought from japan home). The forest will remind me of pleasant things. I am contented.

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Lately, the blues and greens have been whispering strength into this soul. Yet, I feel a fresh and peculiar weakness. They speak of the veracity of death. Yet, I feel unsettled and insecure.

The hearts of birds. I hope for one.