The relentless years
Early July
Something is taking its toll, perhaps it’s the winter, the moon, or simply the years, the relentless years. Yet when I visit the tree, peace comes in an instant, and I feel earthed again.
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Early July
Something is taking its toll, perhaps it’s the winter, the moon, or simply the years, the relentless years. Yet when I visit the tree, peace comes in an instant, and I feel earthed again.