Transitional place

Winter turns to spring. Day to night. On the liminal surface of the bog the deep blue of the unfathomable galaxy is reflected in the thin veneer of the water. Sphagnums and moor grasses disappear into the deep black mystery of the earth. Worlds above, worlds below. What is real, what reflection? We flickering across the twilight.IMG_1896

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