Love Letters . ֎
Dear Earth, I am not the forest.
On 7th January 2020 by SatyaFrom here I can see the buds on the naked magnolia tree. They tip every branch like a frozen flame – silvery white, small, quiet. Each of them is busy gestating a single bloom. I’d love to be the whole tree. I’d love to exude all that sweet perfume. I’d love to be frothy with