I stood before this fruit tree, out on the frozen windy fields by The Connecticut..rows and rows of various types of fruit trees, the sun quietly melting the snow and ice just enough for some Spring melt.
And as I stood, the skies wide and wild, the wind swept through the waters beneath all trees, reflecting the dead leaves above and below; the branches and trunk so stalwart and strong no matter the season. Ripples of waters. The complexity of the winter-tired leaves.
The reflection of the true blue skies and enormous Cumulus clouds racing past overhead. Love: simply it is only love.
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