The trees loom, but are not imposing
their black bark is moist, is comforting.
The never ending layers of
haze and trees,
dark and light.
This, I will remember,
coloring my mornings.
I have written about stars often, with love and longing, with wonder, enchantment, and he lives with me now, My North Star, my anchor, my gu...
This is beautiful, Leica! <3
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