At first glance, it was at though it were moving, pointing, reaching. At second glance, it couldn't be. The tree was dead. I could not look away. Even the clouds seemed to be engaging with these branches, drawing close, teasing them higher. Or maybe that was also the tree, pulling the clouds in from the heavens, to play, to dance. Finally, I decided, it was not dead at all for it inspired life.
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