The fall.
The season when everything died to relive again. The only part of the time when the Earth is showing us that letting go isn't that hard, that sometimes it can be beautiful.
Who said that one day we could take in picture the death of the nature and found it so wonderful.
Are we heartless to smile when everything's dying? Or are we just humans?
I remember walking through the woods at 4 AM in the morning waiting for the sun to wake up, just to catch that moment.
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Ange LI
Likes writing and drawing, everything connected to art. You still can contact with me! I like talking to people about what they love.
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