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Loneliness is the bulb of life beneath the brittle foliage and frost, hard and unmoving, that wakes again in the light of another dawn;
it is the orchid that lifts its beautiful head to nod at the abundant newness, a reckoning with the forgotten melody
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I enjoyed this exploration of loneliness as the root of all that grows. I’ve always thought that since no two objects can exist or move through the same position in spacetime, we are all–in reality–utterly alone. Very nice writing, M R.
Wow
this image sticks.