Thursday, April 5, 2012


She lay under the tree once again and memories from the past flooded over her; The tree, her protector and friend, the wind whispering a love song through its branches. The song was different now, tinged by the sadnesses and realities of life. She realized something she'd never known before: the tree sang, not its life, but hers.

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