Strength grows – like a child,
right in front of me while I feel so weak...
Core knowledge – the feeling
of form – an understanding of endurance of allowance of courage. The hold of
the severed begins… before trust, before understanding, before the fall is in
the past.
It is fall. The colors and the
leaves – they don’t need to be told…
hold…
let go… face the sun.
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