When we left for Ohio five days ago, the trees still rattled like wet bones, their marrow quickened and promised, but not yet burst forth.
I return home to find the color green has been born.
When we left for Ohio five days ago, the trees still rattled like wet bones, their marrow quickened and promised, but not yet burst forth.
I return home to find the color green has been born.
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Thank you for the beautiful images.