I see people in mourning, I hear a mothers and a fathers cry of despair, friends that wonder why, tears of pain.
No words can describe the cloud of darkness that soar above our heads on this very day.
I pray for all of you and for the angel that has passed. May she soar above the clouds, forever free, forever young.
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The textures speak to me.
Life is fragile and very precious...
These are beautiful, Ida. What sorrow.
Thinking of you.
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Så vackert skrivet Ida! Tror ju att jag vet vad de handlar om...:-(
life is very fragile. beautiful picture.
ida you have a very deep and reflective spirit. i appreciate that about you. the texture of the leaf is tangible yet unreal as you have paired it with your words.
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