Shovels full of dirt
Falling through the wire screen
Keeping what is good.
Father and Friend
How does it work?
There’s something deeply satisfying about the metaphor here letting excess fall away while tending what matters.
This one feels quite symbolic - Great job!
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There’s something deeply satisfying about the metaphor here letting excess fall away while tending what matters.
This one feels quite symbolic - Great job!