| Iridescent water laden sky like a translucent veil...the sun diffused as the dampness clings to the earth and rock...a rich deep green of moss, soft and full crawling along the surface...a burdock cup of dew prepares a spine to shoot into the air...it is never over until its over...and even then the imagination can reincarnate dead ideas buried by time and circumstance...renewed and re-aggregated for another time... | |
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