I am like yesterday’s Snow on branches
Today the branches are bare. The snow isn’t snow anymore. It’s water on its way back to the ocean.
The only thing permanent is the impermanence of flow
The snow is not supposed to stay forever.
What would be the point?
Things flow. That’s how it is.
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