There is a stunning, tangled web of beauty at the base of each tree that stretches to the ocean of blue above. But the most beautiful part we can't even see. It's hidden beneath the surface, going so deep that if you tried to pry it out it would take hours, if not heavy machinery, … Continue reading roots
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Home. I struggle with this. Home is technically just a place I sleep if you prefer the 'normal' definition of the place you live. But home is also halfway across the world every time I step into an orphanage in Kirov region. Home is at a friends house every Thursday night when my little buddy … Continue reading home