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With life and so much loss, time has weighted us
I had a rough night and ran around less during the day than previously, but I did take a couple of pictures in the cold late afternoon.
Breaking open, the lilac filled with light.
The redbud was flowering into shadow.
I found a good wall.
Not having dreamed memorably for months, I was amused that last night I was apparently trying to compose a journal post describing a pre-dawn view of the river which presented itself as the Charles, although in waking life it is not crossed with any rope bridges that I know about, nor have I ever seen a market running down its banks to the water. Then I was distracted by discovering the existence of living root bridges. I had never seen anything like them in a non-secondary world. I love that they are not a historical technology.
Breaking open, the lilac filled with light.
The redbud was flowering into shadow.
I found a good wall.
Not having dreamed memorably for months, I was amused that last night I was apparently trying to compose a journal post describing a pre-dawn view of the river which presented itself as the Charles, although in waking life it is not crossed with any rope bridges that I know about, nor have I ever seen a market running down its banks to the water. Then I was distracted by discovering the existence of living root bridges. I had never seen anything like them in a non-secondary world. I love that they are not a historical technology.