A tree had fallen across the path I usually walk. It had cracked at its base from the heavy rain. Soft ground beneath. Parts of its skin had broken off. Its upper branches crushed. New life will come again. I imagined myself under there. An old life.
A tree had fallen across the path I usually walk. It had cracked at its base from the heavy rain. Soft ground beneath. Parts of its skin had broken off. Its upper branches crushed. New life will come again. I imagined myself under there. An old life. tree stories
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francis_bede
francis_bede Author of Bad Clergy and other poetics.
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Old Life

A tree had fallen across the path I usually walk. It had cracked at its base from the heavy rain. Soft ground beneath. Parts of its skin had broken off. Its upper branches crushed. New life will come again. I imagined myself under there. An old life.

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