Hope

A slice of sky and a patch of well-watered ground. Shelter from the wind and from thirsty, encroaching grass. Leaves of dark green and a narrow trunk of gray.

With chaos swirling all around. With the times changing. With people wondering. With storm clouds on the horizon and ominous water lapping at the shore.

A little Oak tree grows.

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