for, even as the peach blossoms fall, there is still life.
new uncertainties, new goals, new fears, new beginnings.
human life is scarily fragile.
a new dawn –new rulers –a new beginning –new season – a new hope –new measures –a new year on the rise Happy Monday everyone! It’s almost December! Eek! I’m so excited! Anyways, I’ve typed the word “new” so much that now the letters are looking jumbled and wrong. New? Nwe? I don’t know anymore.Continue reading “new dawn”