As fall deepens, the last leaves give up their grasp and are carried away. But the vines clinging to the walls aren’t going anywhere.
What are you prepared to let go? What holds you steady as you do?
As fall deepens, the last leaves give up their grasp and are carried away. But the vines clinging to the walls aren’t going anywhere.
What are you prepared to let go? What holds you steady as you do?