Gnarled trunks and bare branches are all that’s left of two “dead” cypress trees in a wind swept front yard by the ocean. I like the look. Natural art.
My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.
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Yes! 🙂
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