it's a grey morning, wet. but beautiful in its own way. luminescent. and quiet. trees are
bare. i love seeing them this way. strength and majesty in the undressed branches. there are leaves on the ground, still bright ... and
beautiful.
This articulates a love for me that began just a few years ago. I fell in love with the naked trees. Their crookedness, their splintering and twists. Broken branches and rough bark. When they are full and fluffy and uniform in appearance they are beautiful, but when the next season renders them naked, they speak volumes loud and clear.
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This articulates a love for me that began just a few years ago. I fell in love with the naked trees. Their crookedness, their splintering and twists. Broken branches and rough bark. When they are full and fluffy and uniform in appearance they are beautiful, but when the next season renders them naked, they speak volumes loud and clear.
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