“We are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt,
neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.” — Pablo Neruda
“What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!”
— Henry Austin Dobson
Sweet shots! 🙂
What occurs later, for all of us, is a lot more complicated than what the quotes seem to indicate.
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Thanks Tom. Like star dust complicated perhaps. 🙂
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Becoming yellow flowers? Perhaps not too bad in the end. Cheers for the weekend and life!
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Yellow flowers, sure, why not? 🙂 You have a wonderful weekend too Jo.
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Hahaaa, Maverick. I know I may be dust for yellow flowers; well, at least my body will… 🙂
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And what pretty flowers we’ll be. 😀
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