Friday, September 26

Autumn Equinox

Leaves, leaves, leaves...

There were walks in quiet woods, sticks poked in rivers, a thankful tree created together, and fallen leaves strung as a garland.


Books were read, her dreadlocks continued (started on the 13th), and songs sung. My favourite time of year was marked with my little wild child.


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