What Remains of a Sunny Day

Apr 08, 2013 18:06

I never get any exercise in the woods. Every six seconds, I have to stop and examine something. Six deer, one terrapin, an abundance of blooming cutleaf toothwort. I ask you, who could rush through that? Especially when every uphill stretch wants to put me in the ground.
The old flower garden is blooming among a wreck of wild raspberry and a ( Read more... )

sunday, sorrow, flowers

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rowantwig May 20 2013, 20:03:44 UTC
Beautiful.

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After you've left saurons_truss November 11 2014, 19:59:00 UTC
As long as there is at least one person who has fond memories of you, you'll have left something significant after you've left.

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