The morning air held the heavy, metallic scent of a recent downpour, a fragrance that usually signaled the start of a productive day. I stepped onto the wet asphalt of my backyard path, my mind preoccupied with the glowing screen of my phone and the warmth of my coffee mug. My routine was absolute, a comfortable rhythm of habit that left no room for surprise until I stumbled upon a strange, elongated stain, pinkish-brown, resting upon the path… Continue Reading ⬇️
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