even leaves go from supple green to stiffening orange, brittle brown, fall.
even grass grows weak from thirst, thin with impatience, blows away.
still, nothing is lost and everything comes in turn to feed the next thing.
and so we are the cracked leaf, the wandering grass, feeding and being fed, consuming our own egg as it rests precariously on the curved back of our last walk home.
love is still worth it.
very nice pics! and beautiful site!
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