Entrance not broken by the places the world has worn through new entrances for grace ShareTweetShare on TumblrEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by seedbud I am an artist and writer who lives in rural northern New England. View all posts by seedbud
This just made me think of how no matter the number of holes life poke into us, we can still remain standing. Thank you Seedbud for this beautiful image. LikeLike Reply
‘Not broken” –a hopeful observation. I might have looked only at the holes and not seen their meaning. LikeLike Reply
I am always in awe of your imagination. jlehman1845 come see me and enjoy my response to the world in which we live. jlheman1945 LikeLike Reply
Love this.
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Beautiful
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Nice
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very nice
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I like it.
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That’s profound and I love the image.
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Love the details and colors.
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Decaying for new life. This is an educational image, for sure.
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I like the picture and the words
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This just made me think of how no matter the number of holes life poke into us, we can still remain standing. Thank you Seedbud for this beautiful image.
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beautiful
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Short & sweet.
Love it
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I like it.
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“This is my sheath, here rust and let me die……”
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Wow, this is great Catherine! 🙂 ❤
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wow. this one’s all about the poem for me. wonderful
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‘Not broken” –a hopeful observation. I might have looked only at the holes and not seen their meaning.
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There are so many stories inside a dead leaf. Love this.
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I am always in awe of your imagination. jlehman1845 come see me and enjoy my response to the world in which we live. jlheman1945
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