I picked flowers, late blooms and the remains of others. And Isabelle stopped by. She has a big shadow.
I also made wheat paste..
Now it is raining.
Everything is pretty much fine. Or perhaps that is just how I see it.
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I picked flowers, late blooms and the remains of others. And Isabelle stopped by. She has a big shadow.
I also made wheat paste..
Now it is raining.
Everything is pretty much fine. Or perhaps that is just how I see it.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung