Tuesday, 30 October 2012


How do you carry such grace when all you are is falling apart?  How do you float instead of plummet?  How do you land soft and make not a sound as you look up at the branches you love and cannot quite reach?  How do you carry that grace with you, in you when everything is blowing away, and will you teach me now?
The Grace of the Dying Leaves BW (by TylerKnott)
I know.  I know.  I know exactly how you feel.  Trust me.  I know.
Leaves Falling From Trees in Blur (by TylerKnott)

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