“in winter, we let our precious leaves go and seem to let go of all we are; then we find we are clothed with the sky itself, and instead of leaves we wear the stars.” — Rachel Rivett Copy Share Image
“No, I don't die. When I set in your sky, I rise in another. Just because you can't see me, it doesn't mean I'm… — Rachel Rivett Copy Share Image
“in winter, we let our precious leaves go and seem to let go of all we are; then we find we are clothed with… — Rachel Rivett Copy Share Image
