Thursday, April 7, 2011

the frenzy

...But the beast was in a garden full of orange lilies and lacy green trees with soft peeling bark...

...My footsteps were silent on the mulchy ground. The white bark of the aspen was rough, and the yellow, almost heart-shaped leaves were soft.

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...Each tree seemed to have a soul, something deep inside it, just like humans did.  I wondered if trees yearned, loved, grieved.  I had a favorite oak with a large hollow that I could fit inside. I would tuck my feet under me and sometimes I even slept there... 

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if the spirit moves you, type some words