sweet smell of warmed milknow melting into mudloneliness into joy old age, new painresistance is fadingsettling into winter I buy roseslonging for scentchange is inevitable sun finally outicicles reveal their contentsloneliness is silent
In dreamtime found infant heartbeat this frozen landscape
Exquisite!
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The words and the image are so soft and inviting!
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Wow – that's really beautiful.
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