Cross-currents and tumbling desire of aspens in a summer wind, shimmering in a rustle and whisper of leaf undersides turned pale yellow, each upper side a trembling of bright green. The whole frame a lit firework of feeling where all surfaces and shoulders of wood and leaf touch and quiver to the wind’s quaking unspoken desire. Not to be lightly spo…
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