Dogwood leaves, afternoon, sunset, moonrise, and night
Everything looks different with light, or lack thereof. Lately I've noticed again how when we bring things into the light, into the open, they lose their power over us. What we keep hidden wields control as the powerful shadow, and what we see in the light of truth becomes simple information. I love how each of these hearts is revealed differently in the light, and none would show without it. Maybe tomorrow I'll see if I can catch a heart in the morning light. Early? Could be...
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