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Gimme shelter
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008 |
| Listen as the wind shakes the trees makes them rattle and sway their long arms outstretched for balance as you stand beneath them a little frightened by the energy that hums insdie each straining trunk. You are a child hiding in this garden, sitting in the fork of a branch, clinging on as the wind whips itself into a fury. Holding on to the tree, like a child holds on to its father, believing that he is stronger than any force of nature. In this garden you came to believe that nature provides the better option. Here, in the branches, under the deep green concealing leaves, is your escape, your salvation. Like diving into a stormy sea, down beneath the froth of the waves, to where it's cool and quiet. |
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