232. shedding petals reluctantly.

it’s still summer – but only just. The nights are much shorter here already and colder too. The flowers hang on as long as they can – but at some point will have to bow to the inevitable.

If find myself wondering what am I clinging on to? What am I resisting? What am I refusing to bow to?

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