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Silence Without
Maggie Wise 2/2/23 Maggie Wise 2/2/23

Silence Without

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Silence Within
Maggie Wise 2/2/23 Maggie Wise 2/2/23

Silence Within

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Magic Walking
Maggie Wise 7/15/22 Maggie Wise 7/15/22

Magic Walking

Pacific Crest Trail Day 124

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Finding Beauty in a Broken World
Maggie Wise 5/23/22 Maggie Wise 5/23/22

Finding Beauty in a Broken World

Pacific Crest Trail Day 71

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Let the Light Shine Through
Maggie Wise 4/30/22 Maggie Wise 4/30/22

Let the Light Shine Through

Pacific Crest Trail Day 48

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The Soft Animal of Your Body
Maggie Wise 4/22/22 Maggie Wise 4/22/22

The Soft Animal of Your Body

Pacific Crest Trail Day 40

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In Lak’ech: You Are My Other Me
Maggie Wise 4/9/22 Maggie Wise 4/9/22

In Lak’ech: You Are My Other Me

Pacific Crest Trail Day 27

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To Sing at Dawn and to Sing at Dusk
Maggie Wise 3/30/22 Maggie Wise 3/30/22

To Sing at Dawn and to Sing at Dusk

Pacific Crest Trail Day 17

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New Moons
Maggie Wise 3/16/22 Maggie Wise 3/16/22

New Moons

Pacific Crest Trail Day 3

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Still falling for you every day (swipe for proof).
March 13, 2022
Today marks three years since Mark and I made the decision to say no to full-time, permanent job offers and go back to finish what we started together: The Pacific Crest Trail. We never doubted we could do the PCT. We had the skills, s
This Land Was Sold for You and Me

My pulse of life shortened to a click 
Choose money or heart - it’s all a trick

Each hour ticks by as I stare at a screen
Churning out tasks, no flesh just machine.

My feet crave movement, but are stuck