I dreamt about her again. Naked in my bed. Finger tracing breastbone and the look she gave me.
It wasn't no, but not yet.
Her words were mine.
The snow falls hard and heavy, ices over. I think of the seeds I've planted.
Will they survive?
Her smile in my dream. Her voice. So vivid. So lucid.
How do I remember?
Focus on the soil. Let the snow cover it. A blanket.
Spring is coming.
Life is coming.
Seeds will grow.
Flowers will bloom.
They will never be her, but they will be beautiful.
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I was very pleasantly surprised by this, photos and graphics.
Thank you!
I'll always be amazed with how their feathers shines.
Black magic. 🖤
I see them polishing them up on the wires sometimes...
Quite dynamic photos. This snow which is spreading around birds looks interesting.
Thank you!!