i was unaware
at least briefly
as i stared.
it was just a
picture
framed on a wall.
i tried blocking out my own reflection in the glass
then i saw it.
or
at
least
it
was
slowly
coming
back
into focus.
the stillness. the wind.
the sun's intoxicating warmth.
the mystery.
yes.
i remember that place.
i was
barefoot
the day i found it.
my tree.
almost too
perfect to be
real.
our tree.
of everything.
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