leaving behind
I looked back for the last time, on the best of times, standing naked, bare and vulnerable like trees in Autumn.
Rain on the River, by George Bellows (USA) 1908
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I looked back for the last time, on the best of times, standing naked, bare and vulnerable like trees in Autumn.
Rain on the River, by George Bellows (USA) 1908
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Our vulnerability is huge. Very tender .
The road to hell is paved with good intentions .
We can look back .
We can write .