All Good Things Come to an End

Just wanted to photograph something…

Ticking of the old clock is getting louder and I realize that the time is running out. I look at the last leaves and it seems that they have withered a long time ago. Light, something is happening to it, it’s fading. Is this the end? This always felt to be so far away, but as they say, all good things come to an end. I feel irresistible need to lay down to the cold floor and finally surrender to the strange warm that is surrounding me…

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