Beauty walks a razors edge - and all of this is impermanent.

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Like fireworks in the night sky - the land blooms for such a brief moment. But, soon enough, these colours will fade again. Drowned by the rain . . . or wilted by the sun . . . or blown away by the breeze.

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And yet, the fact that these wonders even exist - and that we ourselves can experience them at all - seems like more or a cause for hope rather than despair.

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It means that there is a deeper essence pervading all of these physical expressions. Something timeless . . . in a world that is ever changing.

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And so, even if beauty is tragic, and fragile, and so hard to hold on to sometimes

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It is hopeful nonetheless.

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