Faery Tree

Where I live, next to the forests that the Celts  before us said were invested with magic, there stands a tree that has no right to be there. An oak tree, sprawling and wild with corkscrew branches in a forest of slender, uniform pines. I call it my Faery Tree and I whisper my secrets to her, when I fear the uncaring faces of humans. I can spill my blood upon her roots, and she will sit and listen and soak in my pain.  photos-for-art-001-2

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