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Helena Hartman: The end
The shadows are getting longer
The colors gradually mix to brown, the leaves dry, wither and rot,
The core remains
All that you have accumulated is meaningless
Even though it was all a part of you too
You stop collecting, increasing and replenishing
Instead, you let go
makes room for new seeds
In your innermost being
The colors gradually mix to brown, the leaves dry, wither and rot,
The core remains
All that you have accumulated is meaningless
Even though it was all a part of you too
You stop collecting, increasing and replenishing
Instead, you let go
makes room for new seeds
In your innermost being
