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Wonder-mill
"Sometimes the fire child comes out to play, and other times, it's just a cold night. Return and become the moon."
2 comments:
I really like this picture. It doesn't strike me as desolate but I can't think of what it strikes me as.
Beauty is often found this way in the world today--alone, but vibrant; small, but deep; hidden, but true.
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