Trees in the morning
Originally posted on The Writing Geneticist:
Inspired by A/T/O/S and the ambiguity of sunrise. As the horizon emerges and the sun emanates, Trees fill the lungs and they internally amalgamate, Consciousness and existence unite…
Daily Archive: April 9, 2018
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