If you look among the ashes, there are pieces of things that have been, parts and little bits of those, and them, that have made you what you are.
Can you see me ?
See the fruited tree, or the one whose winters blood has dropped to fill the earth around its chilled, very cold roots, and without a leaf, without the color green, dormant.
Can you see me?
Keep the heart that beats among you, keep the sour of the lemon peeled, find that one drop of time that keeps you whole.
Can you see me?
Ralph Peck
Photograph by Marla Bolton
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