How the burnt tree stump splits like a pair of wings
The elongated shape of the stump, with its knot-eye, like an animal skull
The tangled upwards growth of the branches, a stormy sea of wood
A line cyclamen. Glowing against the hillside, a small crownThe beginning of spring. Small red buds dotting the valley. Where the light hot it's, they are bright pink
the out of place juxtaposition of the tractor and worke in the middle of the bucolic fifteenth century Valley of the Cross. The bright orange emergency vest echoes the faded orange of the distant rooftop.
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