After a few days rain dead things come to life. Deserts turn to flower. It’s a resurrection of sorts. Water does that, breaks the run, of baking heat and absent form.
Stopping still long enough to examine an old leafless tree, she walked into view. Over the horizon she came and after some examination planted her eggs.
I followed her around for a while. Is there really such a thing as an old dead tree.
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Stopping still long enough to examine an old leafless tree, she walked into view. Over the horizon she came and after some examination planted her eggs.
I followed her around for a while. Is there really such a thing as an old dead tree.
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