The Painting
Time can create a chasm, or it can be the process by which something evolves into a connection. There were so many things this could have become. In any case, there was a seed that had sun and love and thought, but interrupted time. Warm conversations had to be enough. A seed that grew into a flower that turned into that blackberry...with roots so deep, so persistent that they encapsulated love. A love beautiful and ever-evolving, but never waning.



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