When Time Stops: And Trees Dance

Facing east for a moment of daydreaming, my eye is drawn to my favorite tree. Three seasons of the year she and her neighbors are uniformly robed in leaves, but in winter she is revealed. The curve in her spine and a raggedy squirrel’s nest tucked behind one ear do not deter her. She is dancing. 


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