Saturday, April 9, 2016
Monday, April 4, 2016
Winter memory
There's a beautiful glyricidia tree near my house that bursts with blooms of the loveliest pink every winter. It's strange how quiet that tree feels during the rest of the year- like now, when its flowers have fallen and its leaves dry- and how outwardly expressive it seems when it's late winter.
Love.
Friday, April 1, 2016
Happy to Madhoo
She said "I want to become a tree, and hopefully not be cut down someday"
under her skirt
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