Copy ImageAs the leaves randomly fell, she contemplated how they sacrificially gave up their essence to sustain new life. Or was it the tree’s sacrifice? Each leaf was a part of Gaia’s play. Their final act: to decompose so a new level of soil could be made, an earthen writing tablet for the next layer of history to be recorded. One generation became the groundwork for the next. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Nothing was exempt, not even the leaves
Jesikah Sundin
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My heart is broken and I grieve, for I have known love. Your heart is broken and you grieve, for you have not
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Are you ready to discover what is real?
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Secrets upon secrets were weaving into a strange and mysterious fabric that would ultimately clothe his future
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Multi-colored lights flashed and glared on the wet road and cast eerie reflections, reminiscent of artistic surrealism. Fillion imagined that his distress and anger swirled and moved with the refracted lights, creating an urban masterpiece of demented fury
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