The color of changing leaves is a sign of the symphony we hear. We arrange the colors of life carefully, folded underwear in new-fallen snow, patterns, networks, dominoes, sand-castles The color of changing leaves is the voice that we hear; that enters our nostril and leaves by our ear: informs us of sanity between birth … Continue reading Lost Colors, Dying Leaves
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