There were fireflies. . . . → Read More: a little more 2024
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There were fireflies. . . . → Read More: a little more 2024 They are growing on me, these dark-dwelling light-makers with their soft, transparent hearts. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ light cone This creature lives at thousands of feet, under the extreme pressure and incredible darkness of the midnight zone, where the soft-bodied animal creates its own light. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ glow slug Family is wonderful and weird, and sometimes you learn something that makes you make more sense to yourself. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ flyer I don’t want to use gratitude just to spin every negative thing that happens into positive vibes. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ going on Spirals with multiple injuries, cracks and gouges, jagged edged and hard like shards, like knives ready to inflict instead of being inflicted upon. Some whose edges are once again smooth, ready to soothe, ready to scoop sand and shimmer. . . . → Read More: Galveston All the furred and feathered friends of Yaquina Bay have been very excited, flocking and frolicking around. . . . → Read More: egg season the textures of the water within and just outside. . . . → Read More: ~tidepool immersion~ within and just outside In abstract algebra, seventeen is a supersingular prime, the explanation of which I had no comprehension of, which is probably a sign I never took abstract algebra, but I still think supersingular sounds intriguing. . . . → Read More: ~seventeen~ supersingular |
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