Makes me think of Plato's cave for some reason, but shadows are lovely in their own right, separate from the thing casting them.
Especially when they are tree shadows lingering on the green.
There be many shapes of mystery, and many things God makes to be, past hope or fear, and the end men looked for cometh not, and a path is there where no one sought. so hath it fallen here. --Euripides
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