Do not worry, it is back to where you came. You will wrinkle, you will curl and wither and you will lose the shine you hold right now. You will brown and crumble and stutter into the soil beneath you. It is here, it has always been here, that the magic comes. The magic that we begin again.
The Slow Dying of Autumn Leaves (by TylerKnott)
Hiroshima City by Imahinasyon Photography on Flickr.
And the Things You Can’t Remember (by Thomas Hawk)
