The Skins We Shed

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One of my images (of my forget-me-not meadow that used to be my lawn) and words from one of my poems, Seasons.

We shed so many skins throughout our lives... this is spring but the hint of winter is still in the air and summer is not far away. Autumn is just a dream.

All images/textures/brushes my own or bought. Edited with Photoshop.