When growth comes fast, with an equally fast end. When a life's journey is past unnoticed, yet captured in the glory of multi colours. Please respect the copyright of the photographer.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
The ghost of forest floors past rose while wood sprites danced in the air
Learning to view the world anew and share the things I see. Each day is a new step on old paths revisited. So guess that makes me just one more passenger on this planet of ours.
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