
As memories sink into the subconscious, light bends the appearance of a log on its return to the soft wet earth. Into the waters of time, the slow slide of experience is transformed into the rich material from which myths arise. The still pond dreams of craggy ramparts overrun by a verdant army.
Love this. The photo is gorgeous, reminding me of places from my past and taking me to places that might be in the future, if that makes sense. The poetic imagery in the written lines beautifully enhance the picture.
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I’m touched to hear it. Thank you! 🍄🙏🍄
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Beautiful ❤️
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🍄🙏🍄
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