Cold moving in again. The fresh wood stacked by the fire (and this cloth) seems like home I think. Nice and warm with a tad of forest. Fear subsiding. Ate from my hand today. Gifts have been exchanged.
It's gong to be OK.
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Cold moving in again. The fresh wood stacked by the fire (and this cloth) seems like home I think. Nice and warm with a tad of forest. Fear subsiding. Ate from my hand today. Gifts have been exchanged.
It's gong to be OK.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung