Words appear on photos in final product. They are separated here for easier reading.

The mind:
reflecting on it
still not over it

Early autumn—
I'm reborn
in disappearing fragments

Beach fires smoke into the night—
an ember pops in two
a single sound

White sails, clouds
the substance
of my mind

Paneless windows—
through you
a happy mosquito flies

River changing course
but water is as always:
destiny

River palette—
 sound of autumn
painting

Sugarplum faeries
not needing to be seen
are free

Washed up on the beach—
a fish staring
 at the deep-blue sky

Even in passing—
leaves giving light
to the stream

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