The end is needed for a beginning. Renewal. Death before rebirth.
Happy, bubbling bliss of the summer fading, melting into warm, cosy holiday joy.
Beautiful hushed tones, in the voices, of the sun, in the leaves, in the hearts. The earth, nature, preparing a nest to finally sleep a bit. Time of reflexion before time of changes.
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Blooming And Wilted Thoughts
RandomDo we ever stop thinking ? Or do we think all the time ? Is it even possible to take a break from thinking ? I suppose those questions are tough to answer. However, one thing I am sure of is that some thoughts are worth noting. Whether silly, seriou...
