Alma Libre
Raw moments. Silent peaks. River cuts and sky lines.
This is where I move to remember who I am.
No borders. No noise. Just soul in motion.
Alma Libre — freedom felt, stories lived.
When the Canyon Held Me
The water was cold—cold enough to steal the words from your mouth. My hands searched the limestone walls for grip, and with each step, something in me slowed. My senses sharpened. My body softened. I felt everything: the tension in my chest, the quiet between footsteps, the presence of something ancient around me.
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It all begins with an idea.
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It all begins with an idea.
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It all begins with an idea.