"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Saturday, January 12, 2013

small stone: day twelve

Peppered with moss patches, the old sentinel still stands, strong and proud. Its twisted, gnarled branches reach tall into the sky and hang over the road. The misty fog wraps around the tree, and envelops my car as I drive past. A quiet moment of peace and history on a winter's morning.

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