360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and ninety nine degrees: ‘bitter min, bitter mooi…’

Nare Kaskenades ~ Die Heuwels Fantasties

one hundred and ninety nine

History, repeats. Itself. Long silences, like wind. Howling. Followed, by. Letters. Hapless, string of ‘not’s. Truth, tied tight. Lies, concealed. And hoped, hidden. But discerned, by the gut. Your actions, remain. The same. Whilst I, changing. See this, as it is. And thank, you. For this lesson. Before, closing. The book, forever.

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Jou hoofstuk voltooi…

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2 comments on “one hundred and ninety nine degrees: ‘bitter min, bitter mooi…’

  1. fredhatman
    April 17, 2013

    Ah, the lessons that are taught through trees…

  2. littledogslaughed
    April 17, 2013

    I really like the muted colors here and your words really help to accentuate a sense of time, of the past-very nice!

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