26 Mar 2021
In the middle of an open field, a stone’s throw from my house, there stands a giant oak that I must have photographed a thousand times.
It is a lovely tree. Striking, imposing. You might even call it glorious.
It flings its branches out in a wide embrace of sky and cloud and wind and whatever else may come. Up high, in its crown, it is a dancer leaping towards the stars.
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