Interstitial 18: Her Hair

How the sunlight shone through moss hanging from a tree branch caught my eye. It looked like strands of Mother Nature’s hair cascading toward the earth. In the quiet and stillness of this place, I sense a primordial magic in the crisp air and feel apologetic for passing through so quickly.

 

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