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Nomadic Westward
Whenever I stand in the evening light, I look west—to the road running into the distance, the gesang flowers by the river, and the hope that one day I might roam the West freely.
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Whenever I stand in the evening light, I look west—to the road running into the distance, the gesang flowers by the river, and the hope that one day I might roam the West freely.
Dawn has always stood for hope. It cuts through the darkness and carries the world into a new day. Its first chapter, naturally, must be a new one.
Organized all my previous articles in Obsidian.
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