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The world constantly reminds us that nothing is permanent. Nothing escapes destruction.

wisteria in bloom ::

what the old stones don’t tell… Read the rest

breakfast

the bowl holds five yolks

from three eggs ::

suddenly thinking about

the lives of the chickens… Read the rest

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