Oaktrees grow to be hundreds of years old. They only have to produce one single tree every hundred years in order to procreate.. The acorns fell on the roof then too.. they kept falling and falling.. and dying and dying.. And I understood that everything that used to be beautiful about Eden was perhaps hideous.. Now I could hear what I couldn't hear before - the cry of all the things that are to die.
This is absolutely magnificent! Emotion retained, contained - even more present. Soft tones. I love your work... Compliments.
SvarSlettDaria....U know U'r one of my big inspirations and muse, fantastic, happy to follow ur blog..
SvarSlettx x x Susi
So beautiful.
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