Surrendering
quietly
feigning
with affection
the trees come in hue.
Days change
months become numbers
and years pass
in solidarity of enchantments.

Unfolding
suddenly
building
in balance
the wildebeest crosses naked in the wilderness.
Some old stories comes new
a shot
in possession of silence.

Giving
curiosity
expecting in non-appearance
a horizon breaks the basin of a culture.
The vines ride the waves of conundrum
the question becomes the way of acceptance and rejection as a shaking beacon.

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Photograph: Max Foster

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