Every Time

Every time I turned around, there was something more to see,  more to consider.  The tree stood tall and broken.  The flames must have had to work hard to burn it so thoroughly.  The living breathing fire attacking this graceful beast of a tree apparently from the inside out.  Carefully I stepped into its trunk to examine the charred wreckage surprised to find the fertile remains sprouting moss and ivy.  Such a contrast in this beautiful desolation.

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