A promise kept, A promise made, Beginnings and endings, Endings and beginnings, Partners in the tangled dance of time.
Winter trees dream of their summer selves
Snow changes everything
The skeletal beauty of trees in the chilly winter air
As we walk the earth we cast a shadow. When we are gone our shadow remains, To walk alongside others.
The beauty to be found in dust.
The unplanned art of the imperfect. Formed by time and neglect.
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