S2 = C + P

The morning starts with a gentle breeze. The sun peeks above the horizon and begins its ascent into a cloudless blue sky, flooding the air with warmth, fueling invisible particles of oxygen and nitrogen with heat that cause them to swirl and form the wind that would later slow my progress. This transition from darkness… read more

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The Power of the Voice

The black bear stood tall, mounted on his hind legs, only 15 feet away from me. Its nose was covered with long grey hair, some remnants of a deer carcass it was just feeding on. Its front paw claws hung in front of him while the ones on its back paws were firmly dug into… read more

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