
We used to be seven
My curls used to be sunshine
Colored
You used to be stubborn
Naive stubborn.
The powder used to hit our knees
On the days
When we could eat lunch in four bites
It’s:
twisted
crinkled like
the leaves
they’re frail now,
on the edge
of not there.
scrolling photos
feverishly
There are days when I fall asleep wondering about the line between stupid and brave.
Brave
Is a hero rushing into battle
Ready to fight
For their passion
Stupid
Is a hero rushing into battle
Comments
So peaceful. A quiet winter sky wearing her very best hues, mirrored so perfectly by the color of the shadowed snow on the ground.
I love the way that the brown 0f the trees sweep across the page and is a warm color like the sky. I also love that the snow on the ground matches the snow on the mountain. Overall, I love how the colors are consistent throughout the picture.
Thank you! It really struck me when I saw it how calming and coordinated the colors were.
Layer upon gorgeous layer-- field, forest, mountain, and sky.
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