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I hate that moment - that moment after you first meet someone. That moment when you realize that they have existed long before you ever laid eyes on them. Because when you first meet, they have no depth to them; they are as much as you know of them, as you let them be. And then comes that moment when you realize they have an entire history, in which they have walked, talked, breathed and lived, in which they knew and loved people you will never meet, and you realize just how unreachable they are.
It makes you feel so insignificant. And them, a stranger.
Lavender Falcon and Pony Hair Limited Edition Large by SarahMcNeil
Hair tied up and tangled with wisteria, dog roses, oak leaves, pony mane. Early morning, she is the perch for wild falcons.
Tired moths rise from the places where they have recently settled, leaf litter and branches are crushed underfoot on the way to some place higher up.
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