Every leaf is a flower.

“I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes.”

E.E. Cummings

 

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A lack of colour.

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'For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea'

                                      E.E Cummings.

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