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Black and White, Dark, Drear, Fall, Gossamer, Light and Shadow, Nature, Photograph, Prose, Stark, Sunlight, Web, Woods
Iodine sun seeps through the gauze of sulfuric cloud, atmosphere smothered as sunset swims on still pools of flaming auburn. Dead leaves swirl at the surface. Staggering, spilling, fisticuffing with the twisting branches that grasp and clutch, I toss into the prickly, stinging copse of thorns and splinters. There, at last, I find stillness, inhaling the heady scent of decay, visage buried in debris, listening to the writhing of beetles and centipedes beneath.
As a species decants into the Night, there may linger a faded imprint, but Nature utilizes and swiftly forgets her creatures lost- she knows no mourning as a comet smears the evening sky, unseen, and a last breath escapes with a silent wheeze.
A Day in the Brine 
I enjoyed the sweet little story!
Thanks love! Funny the odd little stories that erupt after reading- was reading a book on geo-engineering. Thank you for dripping by, much appreciated! Cheers,
Autumn Jade
I love the last picture. That should be up in an art museum. I hope you display your work somewhere.
Ah! Hullo love!! So good to read one of your wonderful comments again! How I have missed you. Oh thank yeh, thank yeh. I adore that photo too. Maybe one day to display somewhere, that would be a hoot. Many grins to you,
Autty Jade