Two trees grow side-by-side, time weaving their pattern across the dusty pathway, a strange maze of hard bones, like arms waiting to greet you.
Below, soft roots entangle like lovers holding hands, searching for the life- sustaining water so new leaves can grow on the branches above.
This dance of love can last for more than a hundred years.
The spirit of any tree is gentle. I have noticed when walking in the woods, the wind drops and the trees stand still as if in salute, a thank you for your visit.
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