the golden fish
"let the beauty we love be what we do" rumi
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
the latter part of october . . .
some of the branches are bare. like old fingers. spindly and dry and clawing . . . . while others have held onto their extraordinary foliage . . . merely delaying the inevitable.
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