Trees

by Cary Horton

“I've been thinking about impermanence — how nature, animals, and humans all share the same quiet urgency of passing through. Nothing here is fixed. The forest will outlast the deer, but even the forest is only temporarily still. What we call "presence" may only ever be a moment, held together by attention, gone when we look away.”

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