Everything that lives fades, including us, but there is often beauty in that fading and I saw it in my yellow tulips as they drooped and dropped their yellow heads in their vase on my desk.

I allowed myself the indulgence of enjoying them a last time. Such fleeting beauty caught and released in a cold white bath was a contrast I enjoyed in a strangely visceral way.

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Sinful Sunday

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