Death can sometimes be
a beautiful occurrence.
Fallen leaves descend.
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Across the street from my house, a man slept under a tree, his dog by his side. My first, naive thought: he must be traveling through. But he kept coming back, often sleeping there during the day. Then it hit me—that person might not have a home.
By Bride of Sound6 days ago in Humans
Comments (4)
Indeed, there's some strange beauty in decay.
This was lovely. Casting our minds on a different perspective. That death can be a beautiful occurrence. Nice work, Annie 🤗❤️
Great job!
Well played! 😁