I examine flowers, buds, leaves, and grass, through my hefty, powerful lens... The delicate arteries of life. Though their beauty is indescribable... Indisputable.. Their fragile existence often leaves me feeling melancholy, as their graceful aesthetic is so fleeting. They will whither.. Velvet petals curling, twisting, disintegrating in to precious ash, leaving me to ache for another spring...
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