1460.

Together, we're just
a cataclysm of motion.
Fault lines in progress.

1459.

Each moment of this
discovery unearths a
deeper longing. Please.

1458.

Fragility and
beauty too often meet at
the corner of loss.

1457.

Sometimes we loose the
strings of grounded mores. Praying
the wind will carry.

1456.

Grasping avarice
guised as hearts devours each
hope before escape.

1455.

Too often the lure
of memory tethers to
earth those meant to fly.

1454.

The world is bursting
in a dress homage to warmth
and vibrant color.