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“You stepped in rhythm to her breaths. Strolling through seasons— winter's whites, the pink nectars of spring, summer's ripest green, and the speckled reds of fall, inviting impermanence into us all.” — Jenny Noble Anderson
You stepped in rhythm to her breaths.
Strolling through seasons—
winter's whites,
the pink nectars of spring,
summer's ripest green,
and the speckled reds of fall,
inviting impermanence into us all.