When trees get cold

It’s 2am and as usual I can’t sleep, so I guess now’s the perfect time to remember how fascinated I was with a tree bowed over by heavy, wet snow over Christmas.

It reminds meĀ of human veins, and at the time I thought that was quite beautiful… But now it’s dark and blowing a gale outside and thinking about veins is giving me the heebie jeebies for some reason.

 

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