heathre: already the past
heathre: that we may record our emptiness
heathre: there is a harmony in autumn
heathre: from beauty no road leads to reality
heathre: 11.11.11
heathre: 5/52 ~ reach
heathre: fall
heathre: trees-12
heathre: the ghosts you chase you never catch
heathre: the heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
heathre: when the falling's done
heathre: twilight
heathre: variation on a theme
heathre: Though the road seems familiar...we're just remembering where to go