winter wind returns icing over the windows now closed until spring
insignificance is the feeling that precedes a sense of wonder
where there is order there is not room for any creativity
it isn’t often that the path we need to take is made obvious
when there’s no clear edge extra care is required when moving forward
the truth often lies not in one place, but rather where ideas meet
some of the biggest changes we face will arrive silent in the night
it doesn’t take much space; just enough to cling to so we can gather
everything has a purpose; until we choose to say it doesn’t
it’s when we’re open that we’re most vulnerable and able to think
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