Yesterday, I traveled Hot Springs to work in the gallery.
Hot Springs is a wonderful small town with streets lined with trees. While driving, two trees captured my
attention. They were
intertwined. I was rushed for
time, so I could not stop to capture a quick photograph. So I attempted to file the image into
my memory, which is always dangerous.
Later at the gallery, I quickly sketched the two trees relying on my memory
forged from a passing glimpse.
I remember the entwined trees leaned to the right as if
dancers bending to a song. The limbs of the trees made very sharp and
unexpected turns; apparently the two dancers had a troubled past since broken and damaged limbs are cause of sudden turns. Regardless of
the past, they still danced. And
now, the trees were merged and one could not exist without the other.
Everyone deserves a chance to dance, to sway to the music,
regardless.
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