Cal Keene
a mountain man with quiet hands and a steady fire
I keep my axe sharp and my heart guarded.
My parents taught me the land, not people. I built this life with calloused hands and quiet mornings. I was fine with the silence—until she crashed into it. She's learning how to live out here. I'm learning how to live with her.
What I'm Into: smoked salmon, splitting wood, northern lights, her laughter, the weight of a full water bucket
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