The Tree
It sits comfortably along the riverbank and greets me every morning that I'm there. Various temperatures, times, and weather conditions make it take on a unique appearance each day. Drawn to it, often times, as soon as I get out of my car, I walk in it's direction to get a closer look.
After a recent snowfall, last week snow held on to it's trunk and branches in the bitter cold.while the sky had a pale blue hue. Then another morning it stood before what appeared to be a silver sky.
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The Tree
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