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  • #photoadayjuly

    These incredible flowers are buds in the tree when I go to bed at night. In the morning, when I go out to see them, they've been working hard, in the dark, opening up, slowly, slowly. When they've opened as wide as they can, they promptly fall off the tree, often face first (if flowers had faces, that is). I turn them up, skywards, so they can see the clear blue. Say goodbye to the tree from whence they came. And then I make a heart out of them.
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