Pageantry

Glowing medal slinging rays, coruscant, burnished, light, killing time in grand displays, come meet me after night. – – – Image by Christine Cravens from Pixabay 

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The Golden Leaves

The golden leaves have fallen now— cracked and brown and dying, swirling in the autumn air that slips around me, sighing. All that’s left of a youthful dream, conceived in winter’s wait and born beneath the sun’s warm gaze when all the trees create. So soft—the pink and white unfolding— blossoms on the trees that […]

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