his many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "what's happened to me? " he thought. it wasn't a dream.
his room, a proper human. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that:
- covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer
- gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before.
Good afternoon,
Dear Friends.
Today I would like to tell more about regional Victoria hikes
You come here hungry and full of static — and *Gariwerd feeds you quiet right on the double*.
Those sandstone giants hold steady stories way older than city noise can ever whisper.
When our boots find those trails, muscles finally
let go of that tight clench lodged between one's shoulders that’s been festering too
long, like proper reconciliation without needing to say much about it at all
pal. Every ridge unfolds patient patience — teaches spine up straight again through deep
chest air scented with eucalypt smoke after drought rain hits rock hard country fair dinkum tough beauty stuff she’ll sort us clean if lately let her guide where eyes look down slow instead
of ahead at nothing scrolling endlessly through screens anymore eh...
here we feel ground solid under every step heavy weight drops somewhere between leaf litter soft crunch beneath
shoe soles & echo singing back when wind whistles through hollow gum tree bones left
standing stubborn against drought heat — mind stops
racing enough breathe properly deep into ribs once more heart rate follows suit gentle reset whole vibe
inside feels looser even lighter yeah nah no bullshit
magic happening simply landscape works its quiet going to
restoring tired souls heaped high overdue stillness that most folk reckon gotta
flee from until here nobody escapes self yet somehow finds peace finally deserving naming meriting walking back through
each day re-made strong again from bones up out in those
big sky stretches overlooking rocky domes painted golden pink sun sets
proper time slows down breathing space many more vast within skull walls where tension used nestle tight so
welcome relief comes gentle as old dog leaning trustingly warm beside our knee
at evening fireside after long days walking paths marked soft stone
& dust tracks winding round valleys full
of echoes ancient presence listening never judgment… only ground waiting patiently beneath sore aching feet ready lift
load away step by determined mindful stride till soul breathes clearer lighter healed wholly
by land she was never leaving just you strayed far gone far enough return home found within Garioerd
walls silence speaks volumes enough restore weary spirit wholly now ✌️✨✨❤
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