The wings of time may carry sadness into oblivion. Thoughts of loss return brittle and bittersweet like a dry leaf in winter, at the softest knocks. Crushed and bruised it lodges in your heart and mind. Trudi S
Tempus edax rerum - Time is the devourer of things
In my garden/Acidanthera/Ghost of flowers
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