December Harbor: When Life Felt Navigable Again.
That December, the stark Northern landscape offered a visceral draw for me... I was enticed by its barrenness... It felt comforting -- simple, spacious.
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I Felt You the Moment I Arrived. {poetry}
It was then that I felt the flood.
Warm rush pushing me out of the door and down the street,
my hand cupped gently in yours.
Your warrior soul, stretching out your wings to cover me in my smallest moment.