Image by Micah Holtgraves
When morning came to this place like a meditation on harmony and hope,
he took a photo to remember that seeing clearly and moving forward
were perhaps the truest ways to honor the love that grew there
before withering into petals of mourning.
Still, his eyes occasionally traced the low horizon that birthed the sun.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words- For the G-Man.
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