We are cut;
We are felled;
We are left to our own devices;
With modest ovations of care glazed our way;
And yet we can’t help but know overgrowth and pall are inevitable;
And we can’t help but feel
as it advances ever so slowly;
Ensconcing our limbs;
Enveloping our brow;
That it is our solace.
~CC
Photographer: MExclusive
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