The snow flowered overhead like cotton constellations daubing the wound of the cleared forest. Most of the trees were plucked, the trunks left behind, bones picked clean after a feast.
But the Tree Man stood, a mountain of green circles piled high. His stature was exposed in the clearing; his branches stretched out as far as possible though they could not entwine another.
It was then the tree in the sky haloed around the lonely Tree Man, and onto the forest, a sacred sapling was born. The exposed trees felt lighter, even with the weight of fresh snow, that blessed night.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
wonderful writing, hopeful, affirmative, after that wonderful opening; I don’t know how I missed this one 🙂
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I think four people read this one total. 😂 Well, now you make five which is very nice. Thank you.
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A message of hope for all of us. Have a lovely Christmas, Karen 😊
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Why thank you, Hobbo. May your days be as merry and bright as you make others.
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Thank you, young lady and I reciprocate that lovely comment to you. You too brighten our day.🌹
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This is beautiful, K.
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Thank you. 🎄Merry Christmas.
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You’re welcome. Merry Christmas. 🎄🎁
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A beautiful read on this Christmas morning, may yours be merry, my friend!🥰🎄
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Thank you. Joy and peace to you and your family. I’m so glad to have connected with you and your inspiring art in 2021.
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Merry Christmas K! Much love to you and your family! Thank you for these enlightening and inspiring posts ❤️
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Merry Christmas, Michele. I hope you have a wonderful holiday break filled with family, light, and love. Thank you for these kind words. Cheers.
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😘❤️
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