A Path

On the Path

Alone as a Star

White Misty Morning

 

a child

 

Balancing

 

a ghost

 

Fingertips unfold

Ferns tickle soft Palms

 

One in front of the Other

Other in front of the One

 

On the Path

Alone as a Star

it goes like this

 

 

 

 

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