Look deep into the woods, and beneath the leaves that turn down and turn in, and at the brown dark coverings, the dead grasses and the curled limbs, the small parts of broken dreams and rainstorms gone by, pull back the light colored sticks drained of their flavor, and you will see the life’s blood of the Spring, forming in small weeping tears, crying for the days to come.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Julie Jones
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