It grabs and pulls me
leaving red strips on my arms
and now I wonder
have I taken the right path
or maybe I’m lost again
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Archery Owl
Anchored by my twins and the beautiful chaos we share. I find peace where the deep woods meet the sea, chasing a new horizon with a backpack, or just lost in a book beneath a wide-reaching oak.
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