Creative Talking Trees by athcreative|Published March 26, 2018 Huddled close, branches buzz Gnarled grandmothers gossiping Wrinkled roots intertwine.
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Published February 12, 2019 ScotlandA peaceful brook, the dew-coated ferns A wise old Corsican pine The smell of all my Gran’s clothes and gifts Whisk me […]