When I look out my window…

Fall colors. Decay and regrowth before winter.

Move slow but too slow lest you freeze.

I’m she, whose warmth, flesh, touch, and wetness is pondered.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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