Surrender happens long before submersion.

It is thought, not act—that is our undoing.

Some photos take your breath away. And some, will steal your heart.

Winter touches us in ways that hands never could.

Memory is just our imagination

The little grains of sand that fill our hourglass each have universes of their own.

“Some creatures never grow lungs; they breathe through their skin.” — Wysteria

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A thousand butterflies swarm the blooming lavender. The swish of wings little more than a hush of silence. Flitting to and fro supping from the waning nectar and Gleefully bounding away in to the sunset to Find a perch whereupon to spend the coming night.