The dead tree rises among the reeds and stands as a silhouette against the lake’s shiny water and the light morning mist.
A quiet moment.
An insistence on a life lived.
Still proud and eager to tell.
The withered tree and the lake
The dead tree rises among the reeds and stands as a silhouette against the lake’s shiny water and the light morning mist.
A quiet moment.
An insistence on a life lived.
Still proud and eager to tell.
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