Water knows something about surviving great leaps. We love even the small ones so much we name them so that any person standing on
Water knows something about surviving great leaps. We love even the small ones so much we name them so that any person standing on
Something about snow in the mountains. Something about snowdrops in the morning. All those syllables frolicking on an alpine hillside. All those petals bent
A bee, legs caked heavy with the burden of pollen explores the cupped bosom of a blossom— dahlia, lavender, globe mallow—any flower to