lucky duck

speechless. breathless. heart-stopping.

these are all the words people use to write about beauty so unreal that you can’t quite wrap your brain around it. these are all the wrong words. dead words.

there are no words which can adequately paint the kind of beauty which makes you feel so very incredibly lucky to be *alive*. so damn lucky that your heart beats and your lungs breathe and your eyes are witness to the kind of indescribable natural drama which exists only for you, only on this planet, only in your memory, only in this moment. this air, this blood. only for you – only now.

this is alive.

this is so damn lucky.

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