Category: POEMS
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And still, the roots remember
One late evening, I stepped out for a walk. The kind where your body moves but your mind lingers elsewhere. Work had wrung me dry. My brain was foggy, and…



“I turn ideas into shipped products for a living and in my free time write about personal growth and fulfillment.”
Linu Alex
One late evening, I stepped out for a walk. The kind where your body moves but your mind lingers elsewhere. Work had wrung me dry. My brain was foggy, and…
