An accelerated pull, or a pushing forward, disregarding the existence of brakes.
A collapse into fallen leaves and twigs.
A slow pluck of fallen pieces.
Looking up into the sway of the trees, between a glimmer of light.
Dodging, swerving away from becoming a future target.
Do I rise and escape these fallen pieces?
Or do I bask in the moment and let them consume me?
A Beautifully captured moment, hung for a time in the arms of nature. A peaceful piece.
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Thanks, Mark. Such a delight that you enjoyed it.
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