Returning from the river trailhead in early spring I don’t notice them until they are fluttering all around me like dozens of orange-black leaves blown heavenward.
clouds part
I chase rainbows
on Rose River
A live reading (Oana Maria Cercel).
Cradled Moon.
Fossombrone, Italy. Photo credits: Oana Maria Cercel.
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