Fall is the most beautiful season of the year. There's something magical about nature negating itself, destroying what it has created so as to be able to be reborn once more in all its splendor. To persist one has to destroy. Destruction, the father of all things.
Autumn is my favourite season...it's the season of calm and silence in the metro...of sunshines seen through thick fog...of the empty stomach each morning that anticipates winter and christmas... hi hii...we too reborn with sping you know...but some of us just don't dye...it's a perpetual singular resurection...
Resurrection, rebirth. Spring, a time to start anew. What will you change about yourself when you resurrect? Which memories will you keep and which will you try to relive? Each year we are given a clean slate and a fresh start, just like Nature and/or thanks to it.
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Fall is the most beautiful season of the year. There's something magical about nature negating itself, destroying what it has created so as to be able to be reborn once more in all its splendor. To persist one has to destroy.
Destruction, the father of all things.
A. N.
Autumn is my favourite season...it's the season of calm and silence in the metro...of sunshines seen through thick fog...of the empty stomach each morning that anticipates winter and christmas... hi hii...we too reborn with sping you know...but some of us just don't dye...it's a perpetual singular resurection...
Resurrection, rebirth. Spring, a time to start anew.
What will you change about yourself when you resurrect? Which memories will you keep and which will you try to relive? Each year we are given a clean slate and a fresh start, just like Nature and/or thanks to it.
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