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the pattern of the ferns transparent leaf backlit courtesy of the august sun caused me pause, left me wary of the moments construction it was not the leaf itself or its summer surroundings the outline design of the radiant green held form there are few things that truly exist how could life ever be one of them? from the burning miracle that is our sun light and heat escape through emptiness such a powerful force is softened gently to lie upon a delicate creation this led to my eye to construct an emotion that remains palpable to this very morning the will to explore all that is around my pinpoint self requires carrying questions and discounting others October 4, 2013
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC
morning glory
the pattern of the ferns transparent leaf backlit courtesy of the august sun caused me pause, left me wary of the moments construction it was not the leaf itself or its summer surroundings the outline design of the radiant green held form there are few things that truly exist how could life ever be one of them? from the burning miracle that is our sun light and heat escape through emptiness such a powerful force is softened gently to lie upon a delicate creation this led to my eye to construct an emotion that remains palpable to this very morning the will to explore all that is around my pinpoint self requires carrying questions and discounting others October 4, 2013
jimmy-tee
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC
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