Happiness in life is often about achieving the perfect balance. Thew difficulty is to know what is perfect for oneself. But a decision has to be made.
Like the falling flower, already dead, that has nevertheless decided to stay in a place where it normally does not belong to, with the help of a rain-drop and it's own lightness in death.
And succeeds.
Prints of my photos are available in my gallery : Chocolat Negro Flashlight
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