lamenting demise (of an accidental sculpture garden) Image | Posted on November 27, 2019 by Doro Boehme
“don’t do it,” I said, “I’m here to help. You can hold on to my hand if you let me come closer.” “Have you never heard of marcescence,” the squirrel replied, “how a beech hides its best buds below clusters of dried-out leaves? Just go away, please. I like to eat breakfast alone.” Image | Posted on November 24, 2019 by Doro Boehme
