hushed against backdrops of grey skies
breeze is slight
water like ice, currents forcing a chill beneath bone
green grows wild
creating a veil, surrounded
thoughts normally rampant, slow and drift along
following the river down stream
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A trip to a childhood memory, also known as ConCan, with my mom, grandma, and sister back in May. We stayed along the Frio River in a rustic cabin within walking distance to the river. Just looking back on some of those photos. I'll share more soon. xoxo
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