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From: South Lake Tahoe

This is the perfect mix between the beauty of nature and the developments of man.

The orange sunset on the mountain display of glory. Beautiful.

The beautiful portrait of me trying to concentrate and still attempt to fall asleep after. No energy drinks this time.

Walking to the beach, I saw the sun shine through. Through the trees and my heart. Let the beauty of coincidences hold true. It makes me happy.

Setting spring on the lake.

Let’s make some tea and just cuddle by the fire while we watch those delicate snowflakes fall to the ground. Just you and me.

What time is it? It’s midterm time. Oh, the nostalgia of school stress takes me back... ...to last week.

The staff of the lost, forgotten man. Jack Frost.

When he steps, water freezes around him. Plants shy away and the rain coagulates into snow. All that remains... Jack Frost.

The house was gray, brought down by time but standing in the strength of nature and the knowledge of man. The sun gazed on it as a Christmas tree in a window. There’s a catch though. It’s the middle of summer.

The lake and sky met in the middle, settling their disagreements. Finally, the mountains were formed as a calloused reminder of their mutual bond.

In the early morning, the sun speaks its mind through its astral projection. Waking the Earth with the love of its fiery. Oh, the passion.

The mountains in Lake Tahoe seem to compete for their beauty with every other mountain. Oh misty mountains, I watch you so.

Coming back from the weekend to see the most beautiful and the most terrifying thing ever.

Good puppy. Best puppy. He’s so big and happy for spring.

A peppermint coffee for the minty weather of winter.

My journeys of today brought me here, to you. You mountain of a landscape. The sky so blue and photogenic. Your hard yet tender rocks falling into the water where the fresh river flows.

Backlit, Silhouette, Sunset, People, Two

The latter dawn breaks through the trees as the light warms my skin. Dreaming with pure intent. Living in perfect content.

The coin to my travels, Lithia Park. The place that hold my mind in sanctitude, perfect confined solitude.

The coffee of desire and at the time of giving. What I got from this I gave to someone else. I gained energy with which I went and served my neighbor. Hard but true at heart and well spent.

The beauty of nature is an indescribable muse that embodies itself in all living things. It grabs me by the heart every time I submerse myself in it.

I remember my childhood and the spots we roamed. They were two paths, one for you and one for me. It seems now that even in our best times, we still took those paths. You had yours and, I got mine.

And down comes the celebrant snow of Winter. Perfect and yet terrible timing.

The poor bikes never saw it coming. They got stuck in that storm and then they froze. Rest in piece. May your journey to heaven be well paved.

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This is the perfect mix between the beauty of nature and the developments of man.

The orange sunset on the mountain display of glory. Beautiful.

The beautiful portrait of me trying to concentrate and still attempt to fall asleep after. No energy drinks this time.

Walking to the beach, I saw the sun shine through. Through the trees and my heart. Let the beauty of coincidences hold true. It makes me happy.

Setting spring on the lake.

Let’s make some tea and just cuddle by the fire while we watch those delicate snowflakes fall to the ground. Just you and me.

What time is it? It’s midterm time. Oh, the nostalgia of school stress takes me back... ...to last week.

The staff of the lost, forgotten man. Jack Frost.

When he steps, water freezes around him. Plants shy away and the rain coagulates into snow. All that remains... Jack Frost.

The house was gray, brought down by time but standing in the strength of nature and the knowledge of man. The sun gazed on it as a Christmas tree in a window. There’s a catch though. It’s the middle of summer.

The lake and sky met in the middle, settling their disagreements. Finally, the mountains were formed as a calloused reminder of their mutual bond.

In the early morning, the sun speaks its mind through its astral projection. Waking the Earth with the love of its fiery. Oh, the passion.

The mountains in Lake Tahoe seem to compete for their beauty with every other mountain. Oh misty mountains, I watch you so.

Coming back from the weekend to see the most beautiful and the most terrifying thing ever.

Good puppy. Best puppy. He’s so big and happy for spring.

A peppermint coffee for the minty weather of winter.

My journeys of today brought me here, to you. You mountain of a landscape. The sky so blue and photogenic. Your hard yet tender rocks falling into the water where the fresh river flows.

Backlit, Silhouette, Sunset, People, Two

The latter dawn breaks through the trees as the light warms my skin. Dreaming with pure intent. Living in perfect content.

The coin to my travels, Lithia Park. The place that hold my mind in sanctitude, perfect confined solitude.

The coffee of desire and at the time of giving. What I got from this I gave to someone else. I gained energy with which I went and served my neighbor. Hard but true at heart and well spent.

The beauty of nature is an indescribable muse that embodies itself in all living things. It grabs me by the heart every time I submerse myself in it.

I remember my childhood and the spots we roamed. They were two paths, one for you and one for me. It seems now that even in our best times, we still took those paths. You had yours and, I got mine.

And down comes the celebrant snow of Winter. Perfect and yet terrible timing.

The poor bikes never saw it coming. They got stuck in that storm and then they froze. Rest in piece. May your journey to heaven be well paved.

The poor bikes never saw it coming. They got stuck in that storm and then they froze. Rest in piece. May your journey to heaven be well paved.

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