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Tree. Rust. Faith. Hope., originally uploaded by The Searcher.

I saw this tree, and like its sickly branches and stubborn bilge-drunk roots, it grew on me. It dug in and grew, and like the rust and decay that surrounded it, somehow stayed alive in my cynical, rusty head.

I was struck, when I saw this tree, at that little sadness for losing that child's belief in magical things. And then happy again, at getting to see this small, impossible, magic thing. It's an impossible tree, trying to do an impossible thing. live.

I can only hope I find a way, through my own rust and decay, to do that even half as gracefully.

# posted by Derek Chatwood @ 11:44 AM