Lost among the fallen, the living find ways to survive.
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You not seen anyone with a big gun have you?
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The river of Hades has many tributaries.
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Sometimes life can get a bit rough on the trading floor of tomorrow's futures.
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"Take us to your leader".
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Beyond the defense comes the release into the dream of tomorrow.
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"Once I danced with the wind, dressed in green and was lit by the spot light of the sun."
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Four stages of the life of a tree.
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"So stop laughing and give me a hand up!"
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Ever wondered what happens to the moss when the Stones do another world tour?
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From within the mist of the wood, the sun took hold of the fire within the leaves.
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"Mine you hear!!! All MINE!!!" Shouted the king.
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The final firework of the season.
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The beauty lies in the simplicity of function and form.
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Like macro angels on mountain tops. 

An empty throne on a carpet of leaves. 

The race between the sprinters and the marathon runners. 

Even the strong need support sometimes. 

In fallen rays the forest floor glows. 

Autumn's Queen upon her carriage. 

Colours blending between fallen and new, washed by gentle rain fall. 

Slender of strength. 

A welcome rest. 

Upon miniature cliff faces layer upon layer of fruits seek the breath of wind. 

Like a giant above, it holds it's own in it's allotted time. 

Even the fallen hold the beauty of the promise to tomorrow's growth. 

Of feathers and gills. 

The golden trail that leads to winter's door. 

The fallen by-blows of seasons fruiting and growth. 

Like Persian slippers hanging in the fading season of summer. 

Fruits of seasons past. 

Water boat