End Of The Line

Reflection on Johnson Pond in Durand Eastman Park
Reflection on Johnson’s Pond in Durand Eastman Park

Even Spring can bring you down. The ramps are turning yellow and the Trilliums are fading fast. Life is too short. But it is only those left behind who complain. Plants go with hope for renewal. People are gone for good. 

Some people give so much they leave a hole when they’re gone. It is up to us to fill it.

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