~ observations collected into words~
Sometimes we just gotta let 'em go :)
The writing in the veins of autumns’ limping leaves, reminds me of those prayers one jots on paper, knowing that they will be burnt in a brass bowl and ascend via smoke into the heavens. (I think I'm going to reformat this and use it for my 'stone' tomorrow - Thank you.)
How wonderfully imaginative - I love it.
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