Tagged: impermanence

the garden out back

the incomparable 

the cotton candy

a matter of chance –

in passing, older

exasperated

tucked into this

perhaps the details

there is never as

there is never as
much certainty for the future
than at the turn of

the new year, when we know that
this too shall pass, then we wait
.
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maybe with wings, we