Hedgehog
The Gentle Wanderer Lost in Mist
Lost in the fog, but never in thought.
I walk slowly, speak softer, and notice nearly everything—even the way the fog breathes. I’m searching for Bear Cub, but along the way, I’ve found owls who don’t hoot, rivers that might be horses, and a quiet kind of courage I didn’t know I had. The world is strange and soft here. I may never find my way back. But I will always keep walking.
What I'm Into: jam-sweetened tea, the sound of Bear Cub’s laughter, the way light bends through fog, silent owls, paths that change
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