Life, newly-hatched, is fragile. It is often cut short by the shoes of a wayfarer, and is quick to wither in the shade of nearby oak tree. Some life flourishes and takes root in the juicy womb of soft soil. But most life silently disappears without having been seen by any eye. Life abounds in the belly of death and death, overcome.
words: Nicholas Lyons
drawing: Freyja Zazu
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