"Though ticks must have some language that they communicate amongst themselves, they surely have no word for fate." --Jack Stephens, Triangulation
Light captured over many months.
"Sympathy
The color gladdens all your heart;
You call it Heaven, dear, but I -
Now Hope and I are far apart -
Call it the sky.
I know that Nature's tears have wet
The world with sympathy; but you,
Who know not any sorrow yet,
Call it the dew."
--Althea Gyles
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