A reflection, broken, ever changing: We live here bound to the deep, layers upon layers,
sometimes muted, sometimes shimmering,
so real, so seemingly solid.
But reflection will not bear the weight.
Its wonder is what it mirrors—the real, the solid, the lasting.
Look up!
Apronhead 
I like it when you are in a reflective mood.
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🙂 It helps to be sick again. Argh. I have time to be deep,
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That’s a beautiful photograph, you must be proud of it.
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One of my favorites.
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Reblogged this on Apronhead.
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