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The buck stood at the edge of the woods. His body was taut with attention, head lifted, ears angled toward every possible threat. Framed by tall pines, he did not move. Muscle and instinct held him steady, a living pause between safety and flight. He was magnificent in the way…
Latest Articles
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After the Fire
In the mountains, storms pass. The sky clears. The land steadies itself again. But wildfire is different. Smoke blots out familiar horizons. The ground is…
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Threshold of Light
There is an hour at the edge of day that drifts between light and shadow. Not quite morning, not yet night. A thin, passing moment…
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Where Shelter Ends
There is a place on the mountain where the trees stop—not because the climb is over, but because the conditions have grown too exposed. Wind…
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Firelight’s Edge
Firelight gathers a small world around itself, illuminating only what is close. It settles on scattered leaves, pine needles and stone, hands stretched toward warmth.…