Rocks and trees hold tight
To the mountain’s rigid steep
The climb must begin.
A rambling Curious George who just doesn’t stop writing, doesn’t stop thinking, and never stops exploring.
Feel free to tag along in my pursuit of wonders. 🪐🎨
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