Your Story – Deserted


The tree awakens itself in the silent evening wind, but there is still no difference. She rustles her leaves ever so slightly, straining her ears in the twilight silence to hear…


With a heavy sigh, she adjusts her branches again and pulls them close around her to block out the unearthly silence.

It wasn’t always like this. Once, long ago…

But then, it is never good to dwell too long on the past.

The tree sleeps while the artistic clouds above her paint a soft purple blanket over lives that once were.


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