september, dusk

by Olivia Oldham In Climate Crisis, Musings, Nature, Uncategorized

ghosts // or shades of the uncertain possibles

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echoes // songs

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shadow // presence

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presents? gifts? from the world? the universe?

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or just the shimmering of happenstance // the art of noticing // beauty sitting on the curb on the side of the ruined street of modernity

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a glimpse of hope // in the absence of all hope // the future dissolving