There's a tree, near to my house, that the most part of the year it looks like dead, but it doesn't make it ugly. I was used to see it that way but once, when I decided to take a walk and acrossed in front of it I got sorprised, the tree was full of yellow flowers, I couldn't see the branches because the flowers didn't allow me to see them. It was just beautiful, in the floor right down to the tree were fallen leaves and they had the same strong and they had the same shinny color that the ones up in the tree. That moment was a magic one.
i am a painter who began my career as a child coloring outside the lines of my coloring books. i am a writer who started out by composing adventure stories while riding my stick horse around the backyard. as a child, i got in trouble for asking too many questions...i question that.
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There's a tree, near to my house, that the most part of the year it looks like dead, but it doesn't make it ugly. I was used to see it that way but once, when I decided to take a walk and acrossed in front of it I got sorprised, the tree was full of yellow flowers, I couldn't see the branches because the flowers didn't allow me to see them. It was just beautiful, in the floor right down to the tree were fallen leaves and they had the same strong and they had the same shinny color that the ones up in the tree. That moment was a magic one.
sounds like people in a way.
a beautiful story.
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