What was scattered gathers. What was gathered blows away. -Heraclitus
Gomphus Lividus
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What was scattered gathers. What was gathered blows away. -Heraclitus
My hand-stitched wings itch to take flight to test the winds of change that inevitably blow at the end of a cycle. -Bianca Bowers
And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. -Erin Morgenstern
I was born during Spring.