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Every year - I try to capture their fleeting...fading beauty.
But this year - they danced.
Their arms and legs outstretched in the most graceful arabesque.
Their tutus swirling.
They appeared to me - as if - in their fullest prime.
And - I’m reminded of how long it’s been - for all of us - since we’ve experienced.
This aging elegance. This enduring vision.
This sweet grace.
I wondered how best to describe this endless green.
Its color.
Its light.
Its luminosity.
Digging deep….asking too many questions…
I decided on just this little bit.
Simple magic.
Again - I arrive here - without words.
Nothing feels quite right.
Will it ever?
Again - I ask - what is real? what is true? who can be trusted?
What is wrong with this world?
Why does it all feel so impossibly broken?
Again - I have no words. I have no answers.
Only questions.