The Grove
The sky beckoned me up to the rugged crest above the high plains stretching off to the West. In searching for some elevation to see the land from a greater height, I hoped a grander view and the accumulation of further visional surveillance would sustain my beliefs. But to surveil these lands is an endless pursuit. Instead I found a collection of trees up among the riven rocks and cracked boulders.
They seemed to be growing out of the earth in astonishing ways. Some scraggly, some bending. Others flying like the wind.
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