10/03/22 Life and death
The distinctive, festering odour of death is carried in the rushing wind; which billows through my clothes and hair, as I walk along a road lined with leafless, gnarly tress...
And yet, their ominous and looming shadows are separated with golden light, as the sun filters through and illuminated the yellows and greens of every leaf, of every fresh new bud of spring.
Date
April 26, 2022
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