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katakurakun
the smell of freshly tilled earth and fields of healthy plants you raised yourself
standing in the eye of the storm
a wolf waiting silently to attack
a well-organized calendar
warm tea after a long day
tattoos hidden under a dress shirt
soft flute music
the moon
far-off lightning
a sturdy tree with deep roots and thick branches
