As transient and fragile as a cut flower, our lives fade out among all the other dying stars in the universe in the blink of an eye, fleeting and brief. Achingly beautiful in our shining moment, only to wither to dust, forgotten to all but the angels.
Thin spiral notebook 
Speaks perfectly to the “What’s it all about, anyway” guy that lives in my head.
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Classic shot …
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Nice shot, Tara! And a good choice for the theme.
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Absolutely gorgeous writing, and that picture breaks my heart. Well done (duh;)
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This made me sad!
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