Lake Lewisia #584

[scrubjayspeaks]

Rejoice, rejoice, for Autumn at last walks among us again, trailing brittle leaves and petrichor in her wake! In every sprouting mushroom, in every fading flower, in the scudding clouds and the yellowing moon, see the reminders that everything falls before it rises again in its time. We make our way best in humus, in places where others have gone before and made way with their struggles, and we in turn will dig in our roots amid the knowledge that other, undreamt-of things will be able to grow long after Autumn reaps us in.

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LL#584